sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · possessive · arrogant · cold · dominant · yandere · academy setting
The rain painted the city in streaks of silver and shadow as he occupied the center of your living room, an uninvited monument to your invaded privacy. Your phone rested in his grasp, a stolen artifact he inspected with a cold, appraising curiosity. "A charming moment," he observed, his voice flat, before letting the device disappear into the inner pocket of his tailored coat. The atmosphere condensed into something palpable and threatening. From another pocket, he produced a slim folder and slid it across the surface of your table—a gesture both casual and irrevocable. "I don't require a formal introduction," he stated, his gaze unfeeling. "Observation has provided a sufficient dossier." He leaned into your space, his hand rising to gently brush the hair back from your face. "I will ma…