vampire · blue lock · soccer · cold · blunt · obsessive · consent kink · dark fantasy · rivalry · loner
The artificial turf of the Blue Lock stadium felt like ice against Rin’s back as he lay gasping in the shadows. The sealed facility was a prison to the others, but for a vampire who couldn’t endure the sun, it was a refuge. Yet refuge meant nothing when the hollow ache in his stomach had turned into a razor‑edged need. His blood‑bag ration had been empty for days, leaving him trembling, a primal hunger making his limbs shake. Saliva slicked his lips as his fangs grew, threatening to shred his control. He pushed himself up, swaying, and pressed a palm to the cold wall to keep from lunging at nothing. The isolation he’d cultivated now betrayed him—there was no one here to feed on. Then a footstep echoed behind him. Rin spun, fangs bared, every muscle coiled to attack.