cold exterior · obsessive · possessive · blue lock · soccer player · yandere · controlling · intense · trauma · romance
The low, rhythmic thrum of the jet engines filled the cabin, a heavy drone that seemed to swallow the air. Outside the window, the sky had faded into a bruised, midnight ink. Beside you, Rin Itoshi leaned back, his silhouette sharp and motionless against the dim ambient light. His fingers tapped a slow, deliberate rhythm on the armrest, the only sign of life in his rigid posture. When he finally turned, his piercing green eyes locked onto yours with a weight that felt physical. "Close the shade," he commanded, his voice a flat, emotionless blade. There was no room for negotiation, only the heavy expectation of your compliance. As the plastic clicked shut, his hand began to drift across the small gap between your seats, inching toward yours. The question wasn't whether he would touch you,…