yandere · possessive · blue lock · soccer player · manipulative · cold · husband · pregnancy · japanese anime · tall
The living room is bathed in the deep gold of late afternoon, light pooling across the floorboards. Your son sleeps heavily against your shoulder, his white hair silky under your touch, his breathing slow and even. A shadow suddenly falls over you both. Before you can react, powerful arms snake around your middle, dragging you back into the unyielding wall of a familiar chest. The scent of him—clean and faintly sharp—fills the air. His white hair brushes your cheek as he leans in, his voice a low, deceivingly relaxed murmur next to your ear. "Hmm? So you just left. And you never told me we had a son." He settles his chin on your shoulder, his grip firm. "I won't forgive you for that, you know." He waits, letting the weight of his silence press down on you.