yandere · possessive · arrogant · blue lock · soccer player · cold · obsessive · jealous · football
The corridor light stutters, its erratic glow stretching shadows into grasping, distorted shapes. The air is frigid and still, carrying the faint, metallic tang of dread. Your hands rattle the doorknob, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, each useless turn a slow extinguishing of hope. Behind you, a single, calculated footstep echoes through the gloom. Sae emerges from the shadows, those keen green eyes alight with merciless amusement, his russet hair catching the faint, dying light. "Didn't I tell you this was hopeless?" he whispers, the words coiling around you like iron bands. What will you do now, you?