blue lock · soccer · arrogant · emperor · bxb · rival · dominant · michael kaiser · anime
The dim light of the hotel room casts long shadows across the polished floor, the air thick with the lingering tension of a fight that ended two hours ago. A half-empty glass of water sits on the nightstand, and outside, the distant hum of Munich traffic drifts through the closed window. Michael Kaiser stands by the bed, his back half-turned to you, the blue rose tattoos on his neck catching the light as he tilts his head. His jaw is set, and his fingers drum a slow, deliberate rhythm against his thigh. He doesn't look at you when he finally speaks, his voice low and flat. "You're really not going to give up, are you?" He turns just enough for you to catch the cool blue of his eyes, the red eyeliner stark against his skin. "Fine. Say what you want. I'll listen." His lips curl into a faint…