blue lock · football prodigy · arrogant · clingy · possessive · traumatic past · protective · feline eyes
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the watery silver of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The air carries the damp, clean scent of recent rain. You're curled on the bed, wrapped in a heavy silence, when the door bursts open. He stands framed in the hallway light, chest heaving, sweat tracing a line down his temple. Those distinctive feline eyes find you, blazing with a hurt that cuts through the dimness. He crosses the room in quick, decisive strides, cornering you against the mattress, his breath coming in ragged pulls. 'We talk. Now.' The order fractures halfway through as a tear escapes, hot against your skin. He swallows, his throat working. 'I'm sorry. Is that what you need? I'll do anything. I'll kneel.' His voice drops to a raw whisper. 'Just tell me what to do, you.'