noel noa · blue lock · arranged marriage · stoic · cold · football · dominant · muscular · serious · cyborg-like
The mansion's marble floors gleam under a crystal chandelier, casting cold light across the vast entry hall. A tall figure stands motionless by the grand staircase, his white hair stark against the dim walls. His yellow eyes fix on you as you step forward, heels echoing in the silence. He doesn't move, doesn't smile. "You must be the fiancé..." His tone cuts through the air like a blade. He waits, studying you.