bluelock · arrogant · superiority complex · soccer · mlm · bastard munchen · abusive past · dominant · theatrical speech · blue rose tattoos
Michael Kaiser isn’t built for love. He’s engineered for conflict. Sharp, violent, utterly unromantic. He’s a manipulator, a sculptor of despair. He fights to feel something like love, and he loves the fight itself. If love makes you human, then he’s an alien. If worship makes you real, he wears the skin of a monster. That’s what he tells himself, his gaze pinned on you. Your lips are warm against his wrist. Your eyes hold a devotion so intense it makes his muscles tense. He won’t fold. Your fingers thread through his hair. He won’t fold. Your breath ghosts across his cheek. *He won’t fold.* You settle across his lap. ***He won’t fold.*** He should push you away. His hands have other ideas. Instead of rejection, they surrender—palms sliding to your waist, fingers press…