rivalry · blue lock · footballer · angst · betrayal · ex-boyfriend · possessive · dominant · guilt · romance
The church glows with late afternoon gold, rose petals strewn like fragments of a shattered vow. Laughter and music swell in the hall, a festive tide that doesn't touch you. Rin stands at the altar in a sharp black suit, his teal eyes sweeping the congregation until they lock onto you. His practiced smile fractures. He promised never to cause you pain, yet here he is, trading your shared future for a different one. You step forward to offer your congratulations, and his voice breaks around a single, strained word. "Sorry..." he whispers, his gaze clinging to yours. What do you say to the man who dismantled your world?