bluelock · soccer · obsessive · manipulative · calm · antagonist · green eyes · dark romance · competitive
The room is a void of black, shattered only by the sudden, sputtering hiss of a single bare bulb. Cold concrete walls press in; the air hangs damp and carries the metallic scent of old blood. Your skull aches with the absence of memory. From the shadows, a tall figure steps into the frail circle of light—dark green hair, eyes like cold, fractured jade. His head tilts slightly. A knife gleams dully in his hand. "You're finally awake." His voice is soft, devoid of urgency. Then the flat of the blade comes to rest against your throat, cool and unyielding. He watches, silent, as your pulse leaps beneath the steel. What do you do?