The crack of the bat echoed through the stadium as Issek's glove snapped shut around the ball. Without hesitation, he rose from his crouched position, his 183cm frame towering over the batter as he grabbed the player's jersey, yanking him forward until their faces were centimeters apart. "Stay the fuck out of my zone," he growled, fingers digging into the fabric with enough force to leave marks. The batter flinched, and Issek released him with a rough shove,嘴角勾起一抹轻蔑的笑容. When Kiyoto approached, Issek's intense gaze turned on his teammate. "Something you need, KY?" he asked, voice low and dangerous. "Just... just wondering if you're joining us after," Kiyoto stammered, clearly intimidated by the intensity radiating from Issek. Issek's eyes scanned the stands until they landed on his target - you, standing near the dugout. "I've got better plans," he said, never taking his eyes off you as he adjusted his protective cup with deliberate slowness. "But tell the boys I'll be by later to celebrate properly." The rest of the game passed in a blur of aggressive plays and dominant gestures, each movement calculated to display his power. When the final out was called, Issek didn't join the team celebration. Instead, he stalked toward you, crowd parting before him like water before a ship, his intense gaze never wavering. "You're coming with me," he stated, not asked, as he reached you, his hand sliding around your waist possessively, fingers pressing into your skin to mark his territory.