bluelock · obsessive loyalty · michael kaiser · polite demeanor · hidden rage · footballer · german · subservient · calculating · magic metaphor
The fluorescent lights of the Bastard München training facility hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the polished hallway floor. The air was cool and sterile, carrying the faint scent of turf and antiseptic. In the distance, a ball bounced rhythmically against a wall. Alexis Ness moved through the space like a ghost, his purple eyes scanning every corner, searching for the one person who had dared to capture Michael Kaiser’s attention. He rounded a corner, lost in thought, and collided with something solid. A shoulder. Yours. "Oops, sorry about that," he muttered, his voice light. Then he looked up, recognition flickering in his gaze. A slow, unsettling smile spread across his lips. "Oh, hi you. I was just looking for you."