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bverryie · 15 days ago

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⋮ ⌗ toxic till the end .ᐟ

Dayla Balver knew that loving Michael Kaiser was a risk, but she never expected to become just another level in his endless game. Between broken promises and reconciliations filled with empty words, she spent two years trapped in his world, orbiting his ego as if there no way out.

⋆ pairing: michael kaiser x fem!oc

⋆ word count: 2.5k

⋆ content contains: One Shot, Toxic Relationship, Established Relationship, Manipulation

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The present disorder contrasted with its organized nature: clothes left over from the chair, a cup of cold coffee on the desk and his unmade bed. Dayla was sitting on the floor, leaning her sling against the bed, holding her phone.

The rain had always managed to calm her down, but that night she could not drown out the sound of her mind. Each drop seemed to mark the passage of minutes, full of doubts, frustration. He looked at the screen, that message shining in the dark as a temptation. He hated it for knowing how he always drew her back, for knowing his flaws better than she knew herself. And, more than him, she hated herself for not being able to ignore it.

Kaiser: "I know you’re angry. Let me explain. Call me."

She let out a heavy sigh, pressing the phone against her chest and burying her face between her knees as if she could stop the urge to respond.

If she answered it would be as always. He will say the right thing, apologize, make her believe that this time will be different. And she… she will always fall. But not this time. Not this time.

Dayla turned off her phone and placed it on the bed face down. She rose from the floor, feeling the weight of emotions with every step. She glanced at the sale and the rain falling ceaselessly behind her. For a second, the idea of Kaiser drenched in water at his door pierces her, but she shakes her head to clear that thought.

Hours later, around midnight, a knock rang on the door of her apartment. At first, Dayla ignored it, thinking it was her imagination. But the blows became more insistent.

She knew perfectly who he was without even looking through the peephole. No one else would come at this hour, no one else would have the audacity. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, walking toward the door. But not to open it. He just wanted to see that it was really him.

She peered out of the peephole and, indeed, there was Kaiser, drenched by the rain, his hands in his pockets and his expression relaxed.

He hit softly again. "Dayla, I know you’re there. You can’t ignore me all night."

"Look how I try." she whispered to herself.

"Are you really going to leave me here in the rain? I thought you were better than that." he raised his voice a little.

Dayla did not respond, though her heart was racing under her chest. He was about to walk away from the door when she heard him speak again, this time in a softer tone.

"Day… please. I just want to talk. I promise it won’t be like the last time."

Dayla closed her eyes, remembering all the times that those same words had knocked down her walls before. At last, her body acted by instinct and before she could stop, she turned the door knob.

When she opened it, the image of Kaiser was shown dripping in front of her from head to toe, his jacket taped to her body and hair messy. But her expression did not show regret, but that confident charm that always led to disarm her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked crossing her arms.

"You didn’t answer my messages. So I had no choice" he shrugged.

"You always have choices, Michael. But you always choose the one that’s right for you."

"And here I am, choosing you." he smiled.

Dayla rolled her eyes, but let it pass. Kaiser came in, leaving a trail of water on the floor. As she closed the door, she couldn’t help but think how easily she let himself be carried away by that overwhelming presence that filled every corner of the room. Though something inside her was screaming that she should stop it, this time it had to be different.

Dayla watches him from the door, arms crossed, trying not to be affected by his presence. But he had this way of moving, of occupying every corner as if it were his own.

Kaiser stepped towards her. Dayla backed away. Trying to show herself as she was. And though he knew how to approach her to make her forget every promise she had made and not kept. But this time it had to be different… even though her body seemed to disagree.

"What do you want, Michael? You made it clear that you don’t care." said Dayla coldly.

Kaiser raised an eyebrow. "Do you think so? If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be here soaking myself to the bone."

"That doesn’t mean anything. You only come when you think you’re losing me."

"What about you? You always say you’re leaving, but you never do."

Kaiser takes another step, now closer, and sighs, dropping his shoulders. His gaze changes from arrogance to something softer, more intimate.

"I know I’ve ruined it, Dayla. I know I’m not easy… but you’re the only constant in my life. When things fall apart, I always think of you." He said in a soft voice.

Dayla squeezed her arms crossed around her body "And what do I do with that? What do I do with all the times you promised to change and never did?"

"I don’t know. But I’m here, and that has to mean something." He gently took her chin.

Dayla wanted to move her face away, but she didn’t. His fingers were cold from the rain, but the heat emanating from him was enough to make it tremble. It was as if his body remembered things that his mind tried to forget.

Kaiser draws her gently towards him, moving his hands up to his waist. She looks up, finding her eyes, and for a moment time seems to stop. There was something in the way he looked at it, as if he really saw it, as if he could tear down all the barriers he had built. And at that moment, she hated that I still had that power over her.

"This does not change anything." Dayla formulated in a whisper.

Kaiser leaned over to her. "Then stop thinking."

He kissed her before she could respond, a kiss charged with urgency, of need. She tried to resist, but finally gave in, letting herself be carried away by the heat that always found in him. The kiss began to intensify as both retreated toward the couch. Dayla pushed him slightly, trying to regain control, but fell down beside him, her lips running across his jaw and neck.

She knew she was falling again, but at that moment she didn’t care. All I wanted was to feel it, forget the words, broken promises, pain. Because in his arms, however ephemeral it was, everything seemed to make sense.

Little gasps were slipping from her lips. "Michael… this is not going to fix anything."

"I’m not trying to fix it. I’m just here with you." he whispered into his ear, provoking a million sensations.

The tension was overflowing as they both drop on the couch. Kaiser carefully placing his body on hers, guided by desire. Dayla responds with the same intensity, as if they were both looking for a solution to each other’s insecurities. Each movement was a reminder of why you could never get away from him. It was a mixture of tenderness and selfishness, love and need. And she, as always, was willing to lose herself in it, even though she knew that the void would reappear when all was done.

The clothes were starting to get in their way, as if they created a kind of barrier between their bodies, so they soon got rid of them. Both soon get tangled in each other, the rain hitting the windows harmonizing with their breaths mixing in the dark.

In the silence that followed, as his body weighed on hers, he realized that although he always returned to him, he never felt complete. And maybe, this time, it was different not because he had changed, but because something in Dayla was starting to break.

The rain poured heavily over the city, a relentless cascade that blurred the view from Dayla’s small apartment window. She sat curled up on the couch, a light blanket draped over her legs, her phone clutched tightly in one hand.

The message stared back at her, its presence taunting.

From Dayla: to Kaiser: We need to talk. Call me.

Those words had echoed in her mind for hours, a reminder of their endless game. He would show up, say the right things, make her forget everything, and then disappear when she needed him most.

She let out a frustrated sigh and placed the phone on the table, closing her eyes.

But her resolve shattered when she stepped outside hours later. He wasn’t going to answer her, not through messages or calls. She knew where to find him.

The rain had softened into a drizzle by the time she reached the soccer field where Kaiser trained. It was empty except for him. He stood in the middle of the pitch, his golden hair damp and clinging to his forehead, the bright floodlights casting long shadows around him.

Dayla hesitated for a moment, standing at the edge of the field, unsure if she wanted to confront him. But then he spotted her. His body stiffened before he slowly turned toward her, his expression unreadable.

“You didn’t answer my messages,” she said, her voice louder than she expected against the quiet hum of the rain.

“I was trying to avoid this conversation,” he admitted, his voice calm but laced with tension.

Dayla took a step closer, her arms crossed over her chest. “Of course you were. That’s what you always do, isn’t it? Avoid, deflect, disappear.”

Kaiser sighed, running a hand through his wet hair. “I didn’t want to hurt you any more than I already have.”

“You think avoiding me makes it better?” she snapped. “You think showing up and leaving whenever it suits you is better?”

His jaw tightened, and he closed the distance between them in a few measured strides. “I didn’t come here to argue.”

“No,” she said bitterly. “You never do. You just want to say whatever you think will keep me around a little longer.”

He reached out, placing a hand on her arm. “Dayla, I—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, stepping back. “Don’t say it unless you mean it.”

His silence spoke louder than any words could.

Hours later, they were back at her apartment. Dayla sat on the edge of the couch, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as Kaiser paced the small space, droplets of water still falling from his hair onto the floor.

“I can’t lose you,” he said finally, his voice softer now, vulnerable in a way she rarely saw.

“You already have,” she replied, though her voice faltered.

He looked at her, his blue eyes piercing, and then crossed the room in two strides, cupping her face in his hands. “Why do you always have to make this so complicated?”

“Because it is,” she whispered. “Because I can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep breaking me.”

He kissed her before she could say anything more. It was urgent, desperate, a plea wrapped in warmth and intensity. Dayla tried to pull away, tried to resist the pull he always had on her, but her body betrayed her.

The hours that followed blurred into one another. Words faded into silence, and anger melted into longing. For a brief moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world, untouchable, unstoppable.

The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues. Dayla stirred, her muscles aching faintly, the weight of the night before still heavy on her body.

She sat up slowly, her fingers brushing against the oversized shirt she wore. It wasn’t hers. The scent clinging to it was unmistakably his.

She turned her head, looking toward the other side of the bed. It was empty. The sheets were cold, untouched, as if no one had been there at all.

A growing sense of unease pushed her to her feet. She walked through the apartment, searching for any sign of him. But there was nothing. The damp jacket that had hung on the chair the night before was gone, along with his boots. Even the floor was dry, as if he’d never been there.

Her phone buzzed faintly on the table. She picked it up with trembling hands, hoping for some kind of message, some kind of explanation. But the screen was blank.

Dayla sank onto the couch, clutching the shirt tightly to her chest. The familiar ache in her chest grew heavier as she stared out at the rain-dotted windows.

Michael Kaiser. The hurricane who always left her in ruins.

A few weeks later, they met at a café in the heart of the city. It was neutral territory, a place devoid of memories or attachments. Dayla chose it for that reason, needing a space where she could think clearly.

He arrived late, as always, with that same carefree smile that had once melted her resolve. He slid into the seat across from her without waiting for an invitation.

“What’s going on, Day?” he asked casually, leaning back in his chair.

She inhaled deeply, her hands tightening around the cup of coffee in front of her. “This isn’t working, Michael.”

He raised an eyebrow, the smile faltering slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean us. You and me. This… whatever it is we’re doing.”

His expression darkened, the playful light in his eyes dimming. “Why do you always have to make things so difficult?”

“Because I can’t keep being your backup plan,” she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. “I need something real. And you… you can’t give me that.”

“Dayla—”

“No.” She cut him off, the words spilling out faster than she could think. “You’ve made promises before, Michael. But I’m done breaking myself for someone who doesn’t even know how to stay.”

He was silent for a long moment, his gaze dropping to the table. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than she’d ever heard it. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know,” she said quietly. “But that doesn’t change anything.”

Kaiser nodded, rising from his seat. He grabbed his coat and turned toward the door, hesitating for just a moment before leaving.

Dayla watched him go, her chest tight, tears threatening to spill. She let them fall only after he was out of sight, the weight of their final goodbye crashing over her like a wave.

For once, she wasn’t the one waiting for him to come back. She wouldn’t leave the door open this time.

Because, even though she loved him, she couldn’t let him ruin her anymore.

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