You were never just his partner—you were his favorite game. A puzzle he likes to keep unsolved. He chased you first, carefully, like he knew exactly how many steps it would take to make you fold. And you did. You let him win. Or maybe you wanted him to.

Now you’re his. His girlfriend, his prize, his plaything—you’re just not sure which one he really sees when he looks at you.

Tonight’s no different.

Kaiser’s arm draped lazily over your shoulders, his lips brushing your temple like it’s second nature, like he owns the space you take up. He says the right things, holds you just tight enough, but there’s always that lingering question— Does he mean any of it? Or does he just like how easily you fall for him?

“Y’know,” his voice is smooth, teasing as his fingers trace lazy circles against your side, “most people would kill to be this close to me. Guess you’re lucky.”