Blue Lock oneshots (Bllk x [Y/n])

M. Reo- Spoiled°•°•°

Idea of the scenario:

Reo is a football player and also a rich CEO and [Y/n] an international model and they're married. [Y/n] was a very high maintenance woman, pretty arrogant and haughty.

Reo was completely head over heels for her though, always at her every whims and calls, literally worshipping the group she walks on.

They both had a daughter of 5, Layla (if you don't like the name, then change it !).

She was as entitled as her mother, both of them stomping over him but he let them do as he cared and loved them too much.

The oneshot :

Reo stepped into the grand foyer of their modern mansion, the rhythmic sound of his cleats tapping against the polished marble floor echoing through the space.

The room was a masterpiece of opulence, blending minimalistic design with luxurious accents : crystal chandeliers, custom artwork and handwoven rugs from the finest artisans. It was a home fit for a queen or in this case for [Y/n]– his wife.

[Y/n] sat elegantly on an oversized chaise by the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the azure waves of the ocean on the horizon. Dressed in a sleek satin robe, her long hair cascaded in waves over one shoulder, catching the afternoon light.

The soft scent of her signature perfume, a blend of jasmine and sandalwood filled the room. She sipped on a crystal flute of sparkling water as she checked messages on her phone, her gaze flickering up when Reo walked in.

"Reo. You're late", she noted, her voice carrying an edge of reproach softened by familiarity.

It was a statement, not an accusation and Reo knew it. [Y/n]'s love language wasn't in warm smiles or tender words– it was in her expectations and the way she held him to the highest standards. He had known that since the day they met.

"Practice ran over", he said, setting down his sports bag with a small, tired smile. His eyes found her, drinking in the sight as if she was the only thing in the room worth seeing. And to him, she was.

Before [Y/n] could respond, a patter of small footsteps raced into the room. Layla, their 5 years old daughter, burst in with her brown curls bouncing and a mischievous grin on her face.

She wore a tiny designer dress that matched [Y/n]'s robe, a deliberate choice that spoke volumes about the little girl's place in their world.

"Papa ! Where's my new dollhouse ?" Layla demanded, planting her hands on her hips, mimicking her mother's haughty stance. Despite the demanding tone, her eyes sparkled with the boundless energy of childhood.

Reo's heart melted as it always did when he saw Layla. He bent down to her level, a gentle chuckle escaping his lips.

"It's on its way, my little princess. I promise it'll be here before bedtime tomorrow", he said, brushing a stray curl from her forehead.

She turned her face away, not fully satisfied but not disappointed enough to pout. She flitted off to play, leaving her father with a heart swelling with affection.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Reo", [Y/n] said with a hint of a smirk, her eyes now watching him more closely.

There was something in her gaze, a flicker of warmth that appeared only when she let her guard down, which wasn't often. But Reo saw it. He always did.