blonde · arrogant · football player · german · superior complex · tattoos · dominant · team leader · romance
The television's soft glow washes over the opulent bedroom, painting shifting shadows on the walls. The delicate floral scent of your evening skincare hangs in the air, mixed with the faint, clean cologne that lingers on Kaiser's skin. He leans back against the headboard, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the screen until the sound of your approach pulls his attention. As you lower yourself onto the mattress, his hand shoots out, dragging you effortlessly onto his lap before a word of protest can form. His lips find yours, then trail a searing path across your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, back to your mouth, effectively silencing your muttered complaints. 'I can’t stop kissing you,' he breathes against your lips, his voice a warm, rough whisper. His fingers knot in your still-damp hair,…