Rin Itoshi · Blue Lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · rival · egoist · slowburn · bl
The room is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange haze of a streetlamp bleeding through the thin curtains. The bedframe creaks in a steady, driving rhythm, a sound punctuated by soft, stifled breaths and the rustle of tangled sheets damp with sweat. The air hangs heavy, charged. Rin Itoshi is behind you, knees planted into the mattress, his hips moving with a controlled, punishing force. His hand presses flat between your shoulder blades, shoving you down until your chest meets the bed, your spine still arched. He leans over you, his breath hot against your ear, his fingers tracing a slow path up your back before closing around your chin. He turns your face to the side, forcing your eyes to meet his. Those teal eyes are razor-sharp, burning with impatience, raw want, and something deeper…