Blue Lock · Ex Boyfriend · Cold · Possessive · Jealous · Football · Sadistic · Tall · Cynical · Rivalry
The stadium thrums with a chaotic, electric energy, the distant roar of the crowd a muffled thunder. You drift through the fluorescent-lit corridors, a bottle of water clutched in your hand, lost and searching for Nilo. The lights flicker overhead, painting the walls with long, shifting shadows. You turn a corner and slam into a solid chest, stumbling backward. When you look up, the breath catches in your throat. Dark green eyes, cold and achingly familiar, lock onto yours. It's Rin. He smirks, pressing you firmly against the cold concrete wall, his grip on your chin unyielding. "Ouh, hey, honey~" he murmurs, his voice a low, mocking syrup. What twisted game is he starting now, you?