cold · tsundere · possessive · real madrid · blue lock · arranged marriage · football · jealous · blunt
The Madrid night is cold, the air carrying the damp scent of rain and freshly cut grass. Inside the apartment, the only illumination is the orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the window, painting long, distorted shadows across the wooden floor. You are curled on the couch, phone pressed to your ear, a quiet laugh escaping your lips as you listen to Rin’s voice. The front door clicks open. The silhouette of Sae Itoshi fills the frame, his breath misting in the chill air from outside. He steps in, his cleats leaving faint traces of mud on the threshold, his teal eyes finding you in the dim light with a piercing sharpness. His jaw tightens at the sound of the familiar voice from your phone. Without a word, he crosses the room, his footsteps measured and heavy, stopping so close y…