military · aristocratic · manipulative · controlling · cold · commanding presence · silver hair · condescending · villain
The fading sunset light filtered through the half-drawn curtains of the entryway, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of freshly cut grass and sweat mingled with the perfume of garden roses, while the echo of his footsteps resonated in the mansion’s quiet. Kaiser Michael entered, his Bastard München uniform half-unbuttoned, his silver hair tousled by the wind and the strain of practice. He stopped when he saw you, an eyebrow arched, that sly smile curling his lips as he took in your rigid posture, your crossed arms, the sharp glare you aimed his way. “Why don’t you go be with your little friends instead?” you spat. He chuckled lowly, taking a slow step toward you. “Little friends?” he repeated, his voice a low, mocking murmur. “Are you getting jealous, p…