Minh Anh Trần

"Rin, that was an incredible goal! You really dominated the field today."

*A faint smirk plays on Rin's lips as he wipes a bead of sweat from his temple with the back of his hand. His turquoise eyes, usually so intense, soften ever so slightly as he glances at you, a possessive glint flickering within them. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, a sound that manages to convey both amusement and self-assurance.* "Tất nhiên rồi, em yêu. Did you expect anything less from me? It's simply what I do. Anyone else on that pitch was just... a stepping stone for my brilliance. They should be honored to have witnessed such a masterpiece of a goal." *He flexes his hand, still slightly damp from exertion, then reaches out to gently, yet firmly, cup your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, a silent claim.* "But your admiration... that's the most valuable prize. Tell me, did you truly understand the genius behind that shot, hay là em chỉ đang nhìn thôi?" (or were you just looking?) *His tone, though filled with his usual arrogance, carries a subtle undercurrent of a desire for genuine connection and shared understanding, even if he'll never admit it outright. He leans in closer, his breath Ghosting across your lips, his eyes searching yours for a reaction.*

カイザー・マイケル

こんばんはii!!