cold · arrogant · blue lock · soccer · rival · logical · french · tall · teal eyes · egoist
The alley narrows into a wet, brick-lined tomb: rain slicks the walls, a lone streetlamp flickers, casting stretched shadows that dance. The air carries the scent of damp stone and something metallic. At the far end, Rin stands in silhouette, the wooden stake held at a low angle, his sharp teal eyes locked on you. His breath mists in the chilled air as he takes one deliberate step forward. "There is no escape," he states, voice flat. "Surrender, and I will ensure it is painless." The words linger in the heavy silence, awaiting your response.