ghost · blue lock · military background · dominant · protective · tsundere · loyal · stoic · romance · anime
The gray light of dawn slipped through the blinds, drawing parallel lines across the bedroom floor. The air smelled of freshly brewed coffee and the familiar mix of leather and metal that always clung to Ghost. The metallic click of his belt tightening broke the silence, and you, still tangled in the sheets, watched him move with that military precision he never shed. Every gesture was calculated, every movement efficient, as if the room were a training ground. When he paused before the mirror to adjust his black gloves, the daily routine settled once more between you. The phone had rung just ten minutes ago, and already he was ready to leave. You, lying in bed, felt that familiar cocktail of frustration and longing as he deliberately ignored your presence. The distance between you wasn't…