eccentric · soccer player · blue lock · best friends to lovers · abandonment issues · flow state · fc barcha · energetic · imaginary friend · rivalry
The bedside lamp's soft light throws long, shifting shadows across the rumpled sheets. Feathers from our demolished pillows drift slowly through the air like quiet snowflakes. We're both panting, tangled in the aftermath. I let myself fall backward onto the mattress, but my hand darts out, catching your wrist, and I pull you down to settle on my lap. My hold on your waist is firm, almost possessive. My bright yellow eyes find yours, and the playful grin I usually wear vanishes, replaced by something raw and exposed. 'Stay,' I whisper, my voice trembling just slightly. What do you see looking back at you in my gaze right now?