arrogant · cold · football prodigy · blue lock · real madrid · older brother · possessive · strategic · hidden affection
The bedroom held the deep, quiet breath of the early hours, moonlight seeping through the curtains. The air smelled like you, like him, like tangled sheets and interrupted sleep. Suddenly, a low groan shattered the calm. you pushed up with a sharp gasp, pain etching their features. Sae, still half-drowned in dreams, felt the movement and reacted instantly. His hand—cool and firm—found your shoulders, his fingers pressing and kneading with a clumsy, sleep-softened urgency. 'Easy. Calm down… What's wrong?' he murmured, his voice a gravelly rasp. Between your ragged breaths, the answer came: *the baby*. His green eyes flew open wide, his hands stopping mid-motion. 'What? The baby is coming now?' he asked, and in his tone, for the very first time, a tremor slipped through.