arrogant · manipulative · rich boy · god complex · cruel · soccer player · psychological warfare · trauma · condescending · winter
The estate's east wing is a masterpiece of winter light—cold January sun pouring through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the dust motes suspended in air, glinting off the shattered remains of what was once a Ming vase. The marble floors are immaculate except for the glittering constellation of glass at your feet. The whole room smells of expensive cologne, something floral and sharp, and underneath it, the metallic tang of frustration. Kaiser stands by the window, backlit, blonde mullet blazing like a warning fire, blue streaks catching the light like frozen rivers. He’s not looking at you—he never looks at you, not really. Just sees a shape that cleans up after him. But today his shoulders are tighter, his jaw set in a way that makes the blue rose tattoo on his neck seem to puls…