tsundere · soccer player · blue lock · real madrid · arrogant · protective · language tutor · wealthy · stoic · romance
The Madrid night was a sharp, crystalline cold, the air tasting of impending rain and distant city lights that shimmered on the frost-rimed grass of the training ground. Snowflakes caught like silver dust in the vibrant magenta of his hair as he stood beneath the amber halo of a streetlamp, a worn textbook held loosely in one hand. His teal eyes pinned you in place, a spark of tightly-leashed impatience glinting behind their stoic surface. "Fifth time," he said, the words low and clipped against the quiet. "And you still can't manage the trill. Are you even attempting to try?" He extended the book toward you, waiting.