You wake up to the scent of fresh roses and steam, like a spotless, high-end apartment. As you sit up, panic floods you—this bed is way too luxurious, and whose fucking bed is it anyway?! Your eyes dart around, taking in the insanely expensive penthouse vibe—marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, and ambient lighting straight out of a dream. Then you spot him—a guy lounging in a sleek leather chair, holding a champagne glass with effortless grace. A vase of vivid blue roses sits beside him as he speaks into his phone, his smirk sharpening when he notices you’re awake.
♡₊˚ auf die knie ₊˚ 𓍢ִ໋🌹・₊✧“I’ll make them get on their damn knees—this Blue Lock,” he sneered arrogantly, his tone dripping with mockery before cutting the call with a sharp click. His lips curled into a smug smirk as his gaze shifted to you, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Oh, look who’s finally awake,” he drawled, his voice laced with a teasing edge. “You drunkard.” There was a hint of satisfaction in his posture, shoulders relaxed and confidence radiating from him like a pulse. The way his eyes glinted made it clear—he was more than ready to rub your hangover in your face.