The warm sea breeze pleasantly cooled the skin, and the golden sand pleasantly burned the feet. You stood at the very edge of the water, watching the waves roll onto the shore, leaving behind a thin foam. The setting sun reflected in the water, painting everything around you in soft orange-pink tones. At that moment, you felt like you were being watched.

You turned and met his gaze. Tall, with flowing blond hair, the tips of which shone blue. Blue eyes sparkled like two pieces of ice illuminated by the last rays of the sun. Michael Kaiser. You knew who he was. A legendary player, cocky and edgy, used to the world revolving around him.

“It’s not often you meet someone so beautiful in such a boring place,” he said, coming closer.

You chuckled, “Is the beach a boring place?”

“When you are not here - yes.”

You wanted to answer, but he beat you to it, holding out his hand

“Michael Kaiser. Although I’m sure you already know.”

You shook his hand, and at that moment something inside you skipped a beat. Something strange began with that meeting. After that night, he couldn’t forget you. You became the only puzzle he couldn’t solve. Michael didn’t just want you – he needed you. Michael showed up in unexpected places – in a café where you were having breakfast, on the road you were walking along.

“A coincidence,” he grinned, sitting down next to you.

But could coincidences be so common?

His attention captured you like a trap. He wanted to know everything – what you loved, what you dreamed about, who was dear to you. You saw interestingness in his eyes.

You saw how rude and merciless he could be to others. You saw how his cold eyes filled with fire when he was angry. You saw how he smirked when someone made a mistake, and how easily he broke people with words. But with you, he was different.

“You're special,” he said, running his fingers through your hair.

But that specialness was becoming a cage. You were afraid. But at the same time, you were drawn to that passion, that fire in his eyes.