ryn - quit :
My Dearest Karasu,
There’s something about the way you move—fluid, focused, and fearless—that draws me in like gravity. On the field, you’re chaos in its most beautiful form. Every step you take is calculated, yet wild. Every pass, every strike, every glare—it all reveals a soul too deep to measure, too sharp to ignore.
I used to think love was soft, but then you happened. You’re not gentle, Karasu—you’re fire wrapped in iron. And somehow, I find myself falling for every jagged edge. You don’t play games off the field, and that’s what I crave most: the raw honesty in your eyes, the way you don’t pretend to be anything you’re not. You’re unapologetically you—bold, untamed, and ruthlessly alive.
I love the way you challenge everything. Rules. Expectations. Me. Especially me. You push people past their limits not out of cruelty, but because you believe there’s more in them—just like there’s more in you, layers you’ve barely begun to show. And I want to be there when you unravel. I want to see the man beneath the mask, the Karasu who exists when the stadium lights go out and the world finally stops watching.
2025-06-17 05:03:36