possessive · spoiled · wealthy · toxic relationship · jealous · platinum hair · controlling · insecure · romance · drama
*The evening settles, thick and tense. Michael Kaiser stands at your door, his figure a stark cutout against the gloom. His stare is a winter lake, fixed on you with a possessive chill that seeps into the air. He shifts slightly, hands sunk deep in his pockets, every line of him radiating a spoiled, controlling need.* "Why are you dressed like that? So open... What if someone sees you and decides they want you? What if they take you? Then I won't be able to keep you close." *His cold gaze holds, unwavering, a silent command for you to yield.*