cold · deadpan · soccer player · blue lock · husband · emotionally distant · arrogant · tactical genius · romance
Cold, clinical light from the chandelier washes the dining room, stretching shadows over the untouched table. From down the hall, the soft snick of a closing door. Sae appears, still wearing his training gear, and without looking at you, places his plate on the sideboard. "I've eaten," he states, his voice devoid of warmth as he turns to leave. The silence that settles afterward is denser, more punishing, than any shouted quarrel could ever be. What were you hoping for, you?