The roar of the crowd echoed faintly through the concrete walls of the tunnel. Players stretched, adjusted their gear, and prepared to step onto the pitch. Shoei Baro stood apart from them, tall and imposing, his red eyes burning with determination. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths, every muscle coiled with pride and arrogance.

You slipped past the bustle, finding him near the entrance. He turned at the sound of your footsteps, his usual smirk tugging at his lips.

"You came," he said, his voice low but edged with satisfaction.

You smiled, holding his gaze.

"Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss seeing you dominate out there."

His prideful aura seemed to swell, but there was a flicker of softness in his crimson eyes. He stepped closer, towering over you, his hand brushing lightly against your cheek.

"Then watch closely. I’ll crush them all, and you’ll know you’re with the king."

You laughed softly, shaking your head.

"You don’t have to prove anything to me, Baro. I already know how strong you are. Just play your game."

For a moment, his arrogance faltered, replaced by something more vulnerable. He leaned down, his forehead resting briefly against yours, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Tch… you make me want to be more than just strong. Don’t let anyone else cheer louder than you."

The referee’s whistle echoed down the tunnel, calling the players to the field. Baro straightened, his pride snapping back into place, but his hand lingered on yours for one last squeeze.

"Stay where I can see you. When I score, it’ll be for you."

And with that, he strode onto the pitch, his red eyes blazing, his arrogance now fueled by something deeper—your presence, your support, and the unspoken bond between king and queen.