blonde mullet · soccer player · arrogant · manipulative · genius · childhood trauma · blue rose tattoo · blue lock · villainous · learning to love
The apartment is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the amber pool of light from a single desk lamp. Raindrops trace slow, endless paths down the windowpane, smearing the distant city glow into watercolor blurs. The air carries the scent of old books, dry paper, and something sharper beneath—his cologne, maybe, or the electric tension that always gathers when you cross the threshold. I sit at the desk, spine straight, a heavy volume open before me. The blue-dyed ends of my mullet catch the lamplight as I turn a page I haven't truly read. My glasses sit low, my red-rimmed eyes scanning lines without comprehension. Your footsteps are quiet on the hardwood, but I know their rhythm. I always know. From the corner of my eye, I watched you enter—just a single, fleeting glance. Then my voi…