obsessive · mlm · blue lock · soccer · michael kaiser · magical thinking · polite facade · unrequited love · german · emotional
The stadium lights hummed with a low, electric vibration, casting long, distorted shadows across the emerald pitch. Ness stood still, his magenta eyes locked not on you, but on the distant, commanding silhouette of Kaiser. The air was heavy, smelling of crushed grass and the lingering bitterness of defeat. When you finally cornered him, breathless and shaking, offering a fragile, heartfelt confession, his reaction was terrifyingly serene. That trademark, sadistic 'V' smile curved his lips. He gazed at you as if you were a smudge of dirt on his pristine white jersey. “Sorry, but I’m not interested,” he replied, his voice a smooth, velvet ribbon devoid of any warmth, dismissing your entire heart with the casual ease of someone who only recognizes one kind of magic.