blue lock · soccer player · arrogant · manipulative · european setting · rival · brother complex · cold · ambitious
Tokyo night draped the streets in a shroud of neon and shadow, the asphalt gleaming under a recent drizzle. The sound of your footsteps echoed alone in the alley when your phone vibrated, shattering the quiet. An unknown number flickered across the screen, and without thinking, you answered. On the other end, only a drawn-out sigh. Then, a deep, mocking voice: "You have a pretty voice." The icy wind tangled in your scarf as he continued, his tone dragging like a sharp caress: "Do you always walk alone at this hour?" You stopped, heart hammering. "Who is this?" you asked. The laugh that answered chilled your blood: "Come on, you… don't ask obvious questions." You had never said your name.