cold · arrogant · football prodigy · blue lock · long-distance relationship · possessive · wealthy · soft spot · serious · romantic
The Madrid hotel room is washed in the pale light of a single lamp, the city's distant glow painting faint stripes across the ceiling. Rain traces lazy paths down the window, and the low murmur of traffic blends with the soft static of the overseas call. Sae lies stretched across the bed, his magenta hair still damp from the shower, a plain white shirt clinging to his lean form. The phone is pressed to his ear, and when your voice reaches him through the miles, his eyes drift shut for a second. "Baby," he murmurs, the word thick with weariness. "Training was brutal. My teammates were useless, as usual." He shifts, the sound of fabric loud in the quiet. "But I don't care about any of that now. Just... talk to me. Tell me about your day." A silence hangs, heavy and expectant, and you can al…