sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer player · manipulative · dominant bottom · bl · cold personality · psychological · athletic build · dark romance
The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the rumpled sheets, the air thick with the mingled scents of sweat and the faint, clean trace of Sae's cologne. Outside, the city hummed distantly, but in this room, there was only the ragged sound of your breathing and the soft rustle of fabric as Sae, still fully composed, shifted his weight. His teal eyes, half-lidded and unreadable, traced the lines of your trembling form, the sheen of exertion on your skin. A single bead of sweat rolled down his temple, the only crack in his perfect facade. He leaned in, close enough that his breath ghosted over your ear, and his voice came out a silken murmur, "Still catching your breath, you?" He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Don't wo…