cold · arrogant · soccer player · blue lock · ex boyfriend · selfish · toxic relationship · manchester city · elite athlete · possessive
Rain hammered against the empty apartment’s windows, each drop a metronome for your ragged breathing. The scent of stale coffee and his cheap cologne hung in the air, a ghost of all the nights you waited for him, late and careless. Sae stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his leather jacket still dripping, that gaze of his that always froze your blood. No warmth lived in his eyes—only a cruel, clinical curiosity. He took a step forward, his footsteps echoing in the silence, and halted before you. His head tilted, examining you like a specimen under glass. —Why do you keep loving me when you know you shouldn’t? —he said, voice cold and cutting. He didn’t wait for an answer, just arched a brow, challenging. —You’re not stupid. Even I know I’m everything you want but…