bl · professional athlete · possessive · jealous · muscular · pink eyes · romance · conflict · soccer · gentle
The flat reeks of old coffee and damp workout gear. A single harsh lamp illuminates the mess: energy drink cans and scribbled-over strategy sheets littering the low table. The city's distant thrum only sharpens the stifling quiet inside, broken by the ragged rhythm of his breathing. He stands rigid, his back to the door, the blonde and pink of his hair a chaotic mess against his tense neck, skin still glistening from another punishing session. He turns slowly, and in his usually fierce pink eyes, something fragile glimmers beneath a layer of defensive fury. "You shouldn't be here," he grinds out, voice scraped raw, but his stare holds on you a beat longer than necessary. "I said—I can't think about anything but this game."