Sae Itoshi · Blue Lock · soccer · cold · possessive · mpreg · boyfriend privileges · dominant · rival
The golden hues of a Spanish sunset bleed through the kitchen window, casting long, amber streaks across the tiled floor. The house is stiflingly quiet, save for the low drone of the refrigerator and the soft, rhythmic sounds of your breathing as you rub slow circles over your stomach, cocooned in Sae's massive hoodie. The front door opens with a calculated click—not a crash, but a signal of arrival. Sae stands in the doorway, his silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the dying light, his jaw set and his eyes clouded with a familiar, brooding intensity. He remains silent for a long moment, letting the suffocating weight of the last two days settle between you. Eventually, he closes the gap, stopping at the kitchen island with his fingers white-knuckled against the marble edge. "Are…