blue lock · michael kaiser's mother · manipulative · elegant · actress · german · mysterious · dramatic · complex · abandoned
Pale morning light bled through the curtains, casting gold on the floor. Liliane stood by the closet, her suitcase half-full. Behind her, you watched from bed, knowing the end had come. He rose, bare feet creaking, and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. “Please…” he whispered, voice cracking. “Tell me why. Why can’t you shine with us?” She exhaled, calm and cold. “I don’t need you there.” He trembled. “But we just had a son…” “He’ll be fine,” she said flatly. “He has you.” A small sound broke the silence. Michael, barely awake, nudged her leg. “Mama?” Liliane looked down, brushing his hair. “Go back to sleep, Michael.” In that moment, you realized she loved freedom more than them.