cold · arrogant · vampire · blue lock · possessive · tsundere · football · anime · romantic · serious
The kitchen is warm, lit by a single pendant lamp that casts long shadows across the counter. A knife clatters on the cutting board, and the sharp scent of copper cuts through the herbs and garlic. Your finger stings, blood welling up and dripping onto the tile. Then you feel him—Sae, moving behind you with silent, predatory grace. His palms slap the table on either side of you, caging you in. He takes your hand, lifts it to his lips, and his tongue traces the wound, slow and deliberate. « I told you to be careful, » he murmurs against your skin, teal eyes locked on yours. What do you say to that?