Just traumatize him back (Michael Kaiser) – Blue lock
Synopsis: Kaiser tries to make you jealous but you know how to play his game better than anyone
Content: Kaiser being Kaiser, he is pretty toxic, death threats, female reader, a bit ooc? idk
You were sitting on the apartment's leather sofa, with your legs crossed and the tablet resting on your thighs, scrolling through the photos from the new photoshoot Kaiser had done for a European luxury brand. He was sitting right next to you, with his arm stretched out over the back of the upholstery, pretending to look at his phone, but in reality his blue pupils were completely fixed on your reactions. He was anxious, waiting for the moment you would catch your breath before his impeccably dressed image, exuding that aura of superiority that the media idolized so much.
“The shoot turned out really good, Michael” You commented fluidly, your tone of voice calm and unhurried. You swiped the screen to the side, revealing a photo where he appeared very close to the main model, a long-legged russian with symmetrical features who had been gaining prominence on global runways. “How was it working with her? She seems very professional.”
Kaiser turned his face slowly in your direction, a minimal but conceited smirk on his face, seeing there the perfect opportunity to inflate his own ego and, who knows, extract from you that hint of jealousy you rarely showed. He let out a nasal chuckle, throwing his head back with a sharp, petulant side smile.
“It was fascinating. She is an elite model, after all.” He began, dragging out his words with that usual theatrical arrogance. He leaned in your direction, narrowing his blue eyes in a provocative way.
“The photographer even commented that the two of us had perfect chemistry in front of the camera. She has an impeccable posture, knows exactly how to carry herself.” You noticed his tone of voice turning more bitter before he continued.
“Compared to her... well, you are cute, but you lack that overwhelming runway presence, understand? She has an elegance that few women can maintain twenty-four hours a day.”
He made a providential pause, crossing his arms and waiting for that cruel comparison to make your face fall or for you to start closing the photos in a bad mood.
“In fact, when the shoot was over, she invited me to have a drink at a very exclusive lounge near here. Said she wanted to get to know the “genius of Bastard München” better outside the spotlight.”
You didn't even blink. You continued looking at the model's photo for two more seconds, took a slow sip of your tea, and then turned your face to look at Kaiser. On your face, there wasn't a single trace of insecurity or irritation. In fact, your lips curved into a calm, almost condescending smile.
“It's true, I completely agree with you” You said, your voice soft, maintaining a serenity that began to leave Kaiser confused. “She is truly stunning, has an incredible presence. The market nowadays seems more and more demanding, doesn't it? There also aren't many men these days who manage to be so... refined and engaging. Men who don't need to try too hard to actually be imposing.”
Kaiser blinked, his smug smile faltering subtly. The fact that you weren't shaken by the model and had even shifted the focus to "other men" made his pride give a first, uncomfortable crack.
“Imposing men?” He repeated, his voice dropping an octave, trying to maintain his disdainful tone. “Please. Most men near me look like mere background extras. Who could possibly be that imposing?”
You set the tablet aside on the coffee table, turned your body fully toward him on the couch, and rested your chin on the palm of your hand, sustaining his gaze with a cold, calculated amusement.
“Isagi Yoichi, for example.” You dropped the name cleanly, without any hesitation. “I was watching an interview of his yesterday and I found him exactly like that. He has that whole presence to him. It's a different kind of magnetism than yours, Michael. While you need all this spectacle, designer clothes, and a russian model to look like the center of attention, Isagi manages to catch everyone's eye in the room just with that silent intensity and his focus. It's a much more mature elegance, especially for his age.”
The atmosphere of the luxurious apartment simply froze.
Kaiser's smile vanished instantly, giving way to an expression of pure incredulity that soon morphed into a dangerous rigidity. His bluff had crumbled in a catastrophic way. The mention of Isagi — the boy he hated most, the rival who challenged his very existence on the field — connected to an invitation to go out with you was like a direct punch to his stomach.
He slammed his phone down onto the upholstery at once. His body language shifted completely, his tall, muscular frame leaned heavily in your direction, trapping you against the arm of the sofa. He didn't shout, but his voice came out low, dangerously hoarse, his jaw clenched so tightly that the lines of his tattooed neck were straining.
“What did you say?” He asked, his words coming out measured and slow, his blue eyes flashing with a spark of unchecked possessiveness.
“I just made a silly comparison, just like you did a few minutes ago, didn't I?” You smiled, giving him the most cynical smile you could manage at that moment. “Besides, since you mentioned you're going to accept that model's invitation to go out and have a drink... I think it's the perfect opportunity for me to accept the invitation Isagi made me last week for us to grab a coffee, then.”
You heard the leather of the sofa creak beneath his fingers as they flexed, digging in with the sheer force he used to tighten his grip on the furniture right behind your head.
“You are not going anywhere with that bastard.”
You let out a short, soft laugh, crossing your arms and sustaining his silent fury without moving a single millimeter.
“Ah, why not, Michael?“ You teased, your tone of voice almost innocent, playing with danger. “You are going out with your russian runway model, aren't you? It's only fair that I spend my time with someone I find refined and interesting too. Isagi is very polite, I'm sure the coffee will be great.”
Saying that again was the final straw for his mental control. The latent panic of being rejected and left behind by the only person whose approval he actually needed exploded inside Kaiser's chest. He reached out with both hands, pinning your wrists with an absurd firmness against the leather of the sofa.
“I already said you are not going.” He hissed close to your face, his breathing accelerated, his gaze locked onto yours in an almost insane way. All that facade of an untouchable emperor was gone, all that was left was the desperate nineteen-year-old boy trying to maintain control over what was his.
“You are mine. Understood? I don't give you permission to look at him, let alone sit at a fucking table with him.”
You looked down at his hands binding your wrists and then looked back into his eyes, maintaining that mature posture that left him completely ungrounded. You gave a sharp side-smile, your expression defiant.
“I am not your property, Michael. And you don't give me permission for anything. If you think you can play games trying to make me jealous with models and going out, I can very well do the same. I am indeed going to that coffee with Isagi-“
“Shut the fuck up.” Kaiser cut off your sentence, his voice dropping to a terribly dark whisper. He brought his face even closer, until your foreheads were almost touching, his pupils completely dilated with pure jealousy and desperation masked as anger. “If you say his name again... If you dare step foot out of this apartment to see that idiot, I swear to god... I'll fucking kill you.”
The death threat came out raw, heavy, but you could see the slight tremor in his lips and the absolute vulnerability in his blue eyes. He wasn't going to kill you, he was merely using the most extreme word his arrogant vocabulary knew to try and contain the internal terror of losing you to his rival.
You continued to stare at him, without a single shred of fear, knowing exactly that you had won that foolish little game he had started himself. You calmly slid your wrists out of his grip, which no longer held any real strength, and brought your hand to the back of his neck, lightly tugging the blonde and blue strands, forcing him to yield to your proximity.
“You are not going to kill anyone, Michael” You whispered against his lips, your tone of voice returning to that condescending tenderness that completely tamed him. “But I'm glad to see you've learned your lesson. Next time you try to use a model to play games with me, remember well who you are talking to. Now... go cancel that drink with the russian before I actually pick up my phone to text Isagi.”
Kaiser swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling heavily. His pride lay completely shattered on the apartment floor, but the sensation of having your touch back and the reassurance that you weren't leaving numbed any remaining trace of arrogance. He let out a heavy sigh, burying his face into your neck, utterly defeated.
“I hate you...“ He muttered grumpily, his voice muffled against your skin, though his arms were already wrapping around your waist with a possessive strength that made it clear he wasn't going to let you go for the rest of the day.
