How it came to this, you weren't sure. One moment, tempers had flared like dry leaves catching flame; the next, your hands were pressed against his chest, pinning him down to the unforgiving floor beneath. The tension crackled like electricity between stormclouds—hot, raw, and about to erupt. And yet, Kaiser didn’t flinch.

No—he smiled.

That infuriating smirk curled his lips, sharp and knowing. He lay sprawled beneath you, entirely too composed for someone at your mercy. The uneven rise and fall of your chest betrayed the effort it took to maintain control, fingers twitching slightly against the fabric of his shirt. You wanted to wipe that look off his face, the one that said he knew exactly how this would go.

Because he did.

Kaiser’s mismatched eyes—one a deep obsidian, the other a wicked amber—glinted with the delight of a predator watching its prey fall deeper into the trap. You were no stranger to danger, but he made danger feel intoxicating. He reveled in every flicker of anger you failed to hide, every heavy breath you dragged through clenched teeth.

"Mein schätzchen." His voice slithered into the space between you, honeyed and slow, a caress disguised as a weapon.

Your pulse skipped.

His fingers moved lazily, as if time itself bent to his whims. The first button of his shirt came undone, then another, revealing the pale skin beneath—unguarded, unbothered, yet anything but defenseless. His collar loosened, baring more of his throat to the chilled air, to your burning gaze.

He leaned forward, just enough to feel your breath against his skin.

“Go on,” he whispered, the challenge heavy in the silence that followed. “Bite me. I'm all yours.”