Everybody has a weakness. That’s what Kaiser tells himself as he boards a last-minute flight back to Germany — all because he couldn’t stand being away from you any longer.

No one else felt like you in his arms. No one’s eyes held the same spark. No laugh ever echoed in his mind the way yours did. Sure, he could have anyone — models, fans, flings that wouldn’t ask for anything. But they weren’t you. And Michael Kaiser only wanted you.

He had told himself this thing with you was temporary. Something easy, something light. He blamed his career, the pressure, the timing. Told himself he wasn’t ready to date officially, and that love would only make him weak.

But then… you met his teammates. His manager. A few photos of you two smiling ended up online. He started spending what little time off he had at your place — or, even worse, inviting you to his. With his family. That was never part of the plan.

And still, he repeated like a prayer: I’m in control. I can leave whenever I want. Even though he knew — deep down — he never wanted to leave again.

“Hallo, mein Liebchen,” he murmurs through the phone, eyes fixed on the familiar skyline outside the car window. You can’t see him, but you know he’s smirking — the cocky kind of smile he only makes when he’s already decided something for both of you.

“I landed four minutes ago,” he continues, his voice lower now. “My driver’s heading to your place.”

A pause. A challenge. A promise.

“You’ll come with me… right?”