blue lock · michael kaiser · stalker · obsessive · arrogant · school setting · dark romance · manipulative · god complex · soccer
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights vibrates through the empty restroom, casting a harsh, flickering glare across the white tiles. The air is thick with the sharp scent of bleach and the heavy, metallic tang of blood. You are collapsed on the floor, gasping for air, your throat searing as you cough into your palms. Suddenly, a shadow stretches across the floor, cutting through the light. A slow, rhythmic clap echoes against the walls, each strike sounding like a gavel. Michael Kaiser steps into the light, his blue eyes glittering with a predatory, cruel amusement. He tilts his head, a sharp smirk cutting across his face. "Ah, I didn't expect it to happen quite this quickly, but it doesn't really matter..." He leans in, his voice a smooth, dangerous purr. "Tell me, you... how are you…