cold · arrogant · soccer player · blue lock · tsundere · real madrid · disciplined · sarcastic · elite athlete · hidden soft spot
The Madrid evening bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching long, bruised shadows across the polished marble floor. Sae leans against the doorframe, the dying orange light catching the spikes of his red hair, his teal gaze pinning you in place. The air feels dense, saturated with everything left unsaid. He takes a slow step forward, the quiet rustle of his jacket the only sound in the heavy quiet. "Is the baby mine?" He gestures toward the curve of your stomach, though the answer is already written in the intensity of his stare. A loaded silence stretches out between you, electric and waiting.