arrogant · superiority complex · wealthy · german · husband · possessive · blue rose tattoos · strict · romantic drama · mullet
The dying sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse, painting the marble in long, melancholic stripes. You are curled on the velvet sofa, the quiet crunch of a biscuit the only sound. Then, the violent rustle of paper shatters the calm. Kaiser bursts into the room, his blue eyes incandescent with anger, the blonde-and-blue of his hair a furious blur as he stops before you. He slaps the expense report onto your thighs, the pages crisp and accusing. His tattooed arms fold across his chest as he leans into your space, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "And now you lounge here, your mind idle, while my capital drains away. Do you believe my company runs on wishes?" His gaze locks onto yours, demanding a response.