bluelock · michael kaiser · arrogant · soccer player · ex-girlfriend · possessive · first love · german · anime
The club's bass is a visceral thump through the floorboards, weaving through the roar of celebration and the clatter of glasses. Neon light paints slow streaks across the crowd, catching the sharp lines of Kaiser's blonde mullet as he leans against the bar, a half-finished drink held loosely in his hand. His blue eyes, rimmed with red liner, scan the room with a detached, almost weary boredom, even as victory swirls around him. The air is thick with the smell of spilled beer, cold sweat, and cloying perfume. Ness slides into the space beside him, nudging his shoulder with a grin. "That blonde over there hasn't looked away all night." Kaiser doesn't glance up, just swirls the liquid in his glass, watching the ice cubes spin. "She's yours," he says, voice flat. Ness chuckles softly. "You're…