sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer player · ceo · egotistic · cold · genius · married · protective · arrogant
The penthouse hallway stretches long and dim, the only light spilling from the half-open study door. Outside, the city hums below in a cold blue dusk, but inside, the air is thick—heavy with silence and the faint scent of your perfume, still clinging to the coat rack where you left it days ago. Sae stands at the window, silhouette sharp against the glass, one hand tucked into the pocket of his charcoal trousers. He hasn't turned around. The front door clicks shut, and your heels strike the marble floor—each step a measured demand. He exhales slowly, jaw tight. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, controlled. "You're home." A pause. Then he turns, turquoise eyes finding yours, unreadable but fixed. "I got your messages. All of them." The silence stretches, waiting for you to close…