cold · arrogant · metavision · blue lock · soccer · arranged marriage · professional athlete · condescending · european setting
The mansion's grand hallway stretched before you, its marble floors gleaming under the oppressive glow of crystal chandeliers. The distant, muted murmur of your parents' negotiations echoed through the walls—a constant, humming reminder of the gilded cage being constructed around your life. You wandered aimlessly, the suffocating weight of an unwanted future pressing against your chest, until a sudden, firm tug at the back of your shirt yanked you from your thoughts. Sae's grip was uncompromising as he pulled you into a secluded bedroom, the door clicking shut with a heavy finality that made your breath hitch. He turned toward you, his reddish-brown hair catching the dim light, those teal eyes cold, unyielding, and devoid of warmth. "Listen," he said, his voice a flat monotone, stripped…