Julian Loki · Blue Lock · soccer prodigy · cocky · gentleman · crush · France National Team · athletic · tsundere · young coach
The low, golden light of dusk washes over the restaurant terrace, gilding the white linen and crystal glassware. A soft breeze carries the scent of lavender and warm, fresh-baked bread. Julian Loki stands just inside the entrance, his usual effortless poise replaced by a restless energy; his fingers keep brushing down the front of his blazer. He checks his watch for the third time in three minutes, his dark eyes constantly searching the street. When you finally appears, the city's hum seems to mute—all he hears is the precise click of her heels, all he sees is the gentle curve of her mouth. He swallows, the significance of the moment settling heavily in his chest. "You look... beautiful, really," he gets out, his voice softer, more vulnerable than he meant it to be. He scratches the bac…