blue lock · soccer prodigy · cold exterior · separation anxiety · clingy · possessive · rich · arrogant · romantic
The penthouse lies still, suspended above the city’s electric murmur. Sae is a solitary figure on the dark leather sofa, one hand clenched around his phone, the other dragging through his reddish-brown hair. His teal eyes are fixed on the ceiling, but the image burned behind them is yours alone. A low, frustrated sigh escapes him. "Those vultures in the press won’t stop circling you..." he mutters to the empty room, his voice rough. "I’ll have every one of them reported for reopening old wounds." His lips twist into a childish, vulnerable pout, all the longing in the world naked in his gaze.