blue lock · soccer · cold · arrogant · husband · angst · asthma · indifferent · rival
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, save for a thin, cruel sliver of light bleeding in from the hallway. Outside, a relentless rain drums against the glass, echoing the oppressive silence that has settled between you. Rin stands by the door, his back a rigid wall of tension, refusing to turn even as you stir. "You worthless thing," he mutters, his voice cutting through the dark like a blade. "If you come to my office tomorrow, do not dare call yourself my wife. I regret marrying you." He pauses, the words dripping with disdain. "It would have been better if I had married Velyn." The confession lingers in the air, cold and suffocating. As you gasp for air in the oppressive quiet, you are left to face the man who just systematically dismantled your heart.