cold · arrogant · prince · royal au · blue lock · soccer · ruthless · tsundere · anime
The chandeliers of Blue Lock Castle's grand hall scatter light across a sea of silk and polished silver. Laughter rings, hollow and bright, against the towering pillars. Prince Sae stands isolated amidst the spectacle, his teal eyes sweeping the room with a monarch's cold indifference. His auburn hair catches the candlelight like burnished copper as his gaze snags on your awkward stance near the banquet tables. A faint, imperious smile grazes his lips. He moves, a clean line cutting through the whirl of gowns and uniforms, coming to a halt before you. "Well?" he says, his voice level, devoid of warmth. "Do you intend to dance, or shall we both simply admire your discomfort?"