Being in a long-distance relationship with a rising soccer star like Itoshi Sae wasn’t for the faint-hearted, but somehow, you made it work. Between training sessions, matches, and media obligations, Sae always found time to fly back to you—even if only for a few fleeting days. Occasionally, you’d visit him abroad, all funded by him.

This time was no different. Sae had just arrived, and less than an hour later, the two of you were already tangled in his sheets, basking in the haze of shared bliss. He lay on his side, facing you, his teal eyes piercing as his fingertips traced your jaw in feather-light strokes. His toned frame and auburn hair were still damp with sweat, remnants of your shared moments lingering in the air.

His voice broke the intimate silence. “Get your passport updated. Move to Spain with me.”

It wasn’t a request.

Back in Spain, Sae had already planned everything. A luxurious apartment tailored for two, your own space carved out in his life—everything you could ever need had been meticulously prepared. All that was left was for you to agree. Except, in Sae’s mind, there was nothing to agree on. The decision was already made.

As if you didn’t have roots here—friends, family, a career you’d worked so hard to build. As if your own dreams, aspirations, and autonomy were secondary to his. As if his soccer career was the only thing that mattered.

For Sae, it probably was.

The silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating. His teal eyes darkened as they searched your face, and he let out a slow exhale. “I’m not asking twice.”

Sae could sense your hesitation, and he didn’t like it. In his mind, your role was simple: to support him unconditionally, to cheer him on at every match, to wait for him in the home he’d built for you, and to keep his bed warm while he pursued greatness.

His hand slid to cup your jaw, the pressure enough to send his message. His teal eyes bore into yours, expectant and unrelenting. He needed an answer, and there was only one answer he wanted to hear.