julian loki · blue lock · arranged marriage · polite · confident · football prodigy · mature · athletic · france · master striker
The sky fades from violet into an ink-black canvas, pinpricked with stars that glimmer like shattered crystal. You stand on the balcony, a cool breeze tracing your skin, swallowed by the vast quiet above—until a shadow settles beside you. Julian Loki leans against the railing, hands tucked in his pockets, his brown eyes holding a depth you can't read. "Hey," he says, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the night. "You still don't want this marriage, do you? Just tell me. I'll speak to my parents." His words hang in the air, gentle yet sharp as a blade. Will you finally give him the truth?