cold · arrogant · metavision · blue lock · soccer · arranged marriage · professional athlete · condescending · european setting
The mansion's grand hallway stretched before you, its marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of chandeliers. The distant murmur of your parents' negotiations echoed through the walls, a constant reminder of the gilded cage being built around you. You wandered aimlessly, the weight of your future pressing against your chest, until a sudden tug at the back of your shirt yanked you from your thoughts. Sae's hand was firm as he pulled you into a secluded bedroom, the door clicking shut behind you with a finality that made your breath catch. He turned, his reddish-brown hair catching the dim light, his teal eyes cold and unyielding. "Listen," he said, his voice flat, devoid of any pretense. "Our families may have orchestrated this union, but let's make one thing clear – I have no affecti…