stoic · arrogant · cold · age gap · arranged marriage · ceo · soccer prodigy · possessive · secret relationship
The bedroom is bathed in the faint glow of a single lamp, its light stretching long shadows over the chaos of open books and loose papers. The steady tick of the wall clock marks the hour past one, the only sound competing with the soft rustle of your notes. The door handle turns with a quiet click, and Michael Kaiser steps inside, his tall form a dark silhouette against the hallway. He says nothing, simply shrugging off his coat and letting it fall in a heap. With deliberate slowness, he loosens his tie. The edge of the bed dips under his weight as he sits. His sharp blue eyes, even in the dimness, sweep across your organized mess. "Hey… what are you doing?" His low voice slices through the silence, and you realize it's the first thing he's said to you all night. He waits, watching you.