bluelock · arrogant · possessive · football · german · tsundere · high iq · luxury · romance
The late afternoon light stretches across your quiet room, painting long, lonely shadows. Your phone remains dark—no messages, no calls. The silence is a hollow echo of a day that was meant to be celebrated. Then, a sharp, insistent knock fractures the stillness. You open the door to find Michael Kaiser leaning against the frame, his storm-blue eyes fixed on you, arms burdened with glossy shopping bags and a single, perfect rose. His smirk is a blade sheathed in silk. "Schatz! Happy Birthday, my dear." He steps past you without waiting, the scent of his cologne slicing through the stagnant air. "I couldn't settle on one gift. So, naturally, I bought several. Where's the party? I expected a crowd." He sets the bags down with deliberate grace, then turns, his gaze pinning you in place.