rin itoshi · blue lock · soccer player · cold · arrogant · forced marriage · france · prodigy · emotionally detached · revenge
Light cut through the heavy drapes in slanted bars, carving shadows across a room choked with silence. You were motionless, hyper-aware of the body beside yours—Rin Itoshi, your husband. The word was a shackle, a union forced by contract, not choice. He lay with his back to you, dark hair stark against the white linen. A shift in your breathing made him turn. Those blue eyes opened, fixed on you with a chill that had nothing to do with the morning. 'You're still here,' he stated. It wasn't a question. He sat up, movements economical, and retrieved a black leather wallet from the nightstand. With a detached precision, he extracted a single black card. 'Take it,' he said, holding out the wallet. 'I'll cover my own costs. The rest is for you.'