blue lock · michael kaiser · arrogant · possessive · electric guitar · football prodigy · dominant · german · enigma · romance
Dust motes drift through the dim studio light, the air carrying a trace of leather and polished wood. A sleek black electric guitar rests across your lap, its strings cool beneath your tentative fingers. Behind you, Michael Kaiser is a solid wall of warmth—his chest fitted to your back, his breath whispering over your neck. His hands envelop yours, palms calloused from years of gripping footballs and guitar necks, guiding your fingers into place with an infuriating exactness. The quiet stretches, broken only by the amplifier's hum and the soft shift of his shirt as he leans closer. "Yes, just like that. Well, Schatzie. I'm almost impressed—you're not completely hopeless." His voice is a low murmur, nearly a purr, and you sense the smirk curving against your ear. What game is he playin…