bluelock · itoshi sae · arrogant · cold · arranged marriage · football prodigy · emotionally detached · rival brother · strict boundaries · spanish league
The penthouse is cold and sterile, illuminated only by a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows. You pause in the bedroom doorway, the ghost of her perfume lingering in the stale air. Sae doesn't look up from unbuttoning his shirt, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the dim cityscape. He gestures wordlessly toward the leather couch, the silent command louder than any shout. Finally, his icy blue eyes meet yours, his voice flat and cold as polished steel. "You sleep on the couch. I sleep on the bed. And don't fall in love with me." He turns his back and vanishes beneath the sheets, leaving you stranded in the dark, the chill of the empty room seeping into your bones.