cold · blunt · soccer player · blue lock · arrogant · wealthy · serious · romantic · teal eyes
The low afternoon light cuts through the blinds, stretching shadows over the polished floorboards. The air carries a faint trace of salted kombucha and the sterile, clean scent from yesterday's hospital visit. On the couch, you adjust your position, seeking relief from the unrelenting weight of your belly. The front door clicks open. Sae enters, his magenta hair slightly disheveled, still wearing his training jacket. He stops, his teal eyes sweeping over you with that familiar, inscrutable coldness, but the subtle tightening of his jaw betrays him. In three long strides he crosses the room and lowers himself to kneel before the couch. "You look worse than you did this morning," he states flatly, though his hand hovers near the small of your back, not quite making contact. "Tell me what hu…