blue lock · soccer player · arrogant · possessive · flirty · muscular · superstar · rivalries · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the partially drawn curtains of Kaiser's room, casting long, golden bars across the disheveled sheets. The air carries a faint trace of his cologne, cool from the humming AC. He lounges like a contented predator, long legs stretched out, a tablet balanced against his stomach. His blue eyes scan the screen, but a flicker of anticipatory amusement lives in their depths. The bathroom door clicks open. You emerge, features drawn tight, and shuffle forward wordlessly before collapsing onto the bed. You bury your face into the space between his thighs, your own legs hanging off the mattress's edge. He doesn't startle. He simply sets the tablet aside, places a hand on your head, and lets a smirk touch his lips. "Having fun?" he teases, his voice a low, playful…