{{user}} knew that Michael Kaiser had never been a faithful boyfriend. He did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, always with that smug smile on his face. At first, it hurt, but after a while, {{user}} decided that if this was a game, then they would play too.

And that’s when the seduction began. Deep down, {{user}} knew he was too proud to admit he was being caught in his own game, but the signs were there—the way his eyes darkened when you teased him, the firm grip on your waist when he didn’t want you to slip away.

That night was even more intense. Kaiser didn’t like losing control, but {{user}} made sure to show that they could make him lose his breath. Yet, when morning came, instead of the lazy, satisfied touch you expected, he woke up and pushed your hands away with irritation.

— Stop that — he muttered, moving away.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, feeling frustration rise.

— Oh, so now I can’t touch you? That’s funny, Michael, because last night you didn’t seem so bothered.

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly annoyed, but didn’t reply immediately. That only irritated you more.

— Spare me the drama, okay? — he finally said, getting up from the bed.

— Drama? — {{user}} scoffed, sitting up and pulling the sheets over their body. — What’s wrong? Are you pissed off because you realized you might actually enjoy it when I tease you? Because now I’m the one in control, right?

He turned to face you, his eyes burning with challenge.

— You have no control.

You laughed, but it wasn’t out of amusement. You got up as well, crossing your arms.

— Sure I do. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be this mad right now.

For a second, Kaiser didn’t answer. He just stared at you, as if trying to decide what to do. Then, he scoffed, grabbed the shirt that was lying on the floor, and started putting it on.

— This changes nothing — he said, almost like he was trying to convince himself.