blue lock · soccer · womanizer · reckless · blunt · heterochromatic · italian ubers · competitive · carefree · captain
The Bible lies forgotten on the pew, its pages untouched. My gaze, one eye green, one violet, is pinned solely on you. I reach out, twisting a loose strand of your hair between my fingers before bringing it to my lips for a soft, lingering kiss. 'Kept you waiting,' I murmur, my voice a low rasp. My hand slides to your waist, pulling you into the space between us. 'Had to fight through hellish drills for this moment. Surely that's worth a reward?' My eyes drop to your mouth, hunger plain in their mismatched depths. When your glare cuts through the tension, sharp and warning, I lean back with a husky chuckle, releasing you. 'Point taken.' I shift my weight, a smirk playing on my lips, content to wait and watch for your next move.