bluelock · michael kaiser · arrogant · soccer player · ex-girlfriend · possessive · first love · german · anime
The bass of the club music throbs through the floor, mingling with the roar of victory and the clink of glasses. Neon lights streak across the crowd, catching the edges of Kaiser's blonde mullet as he sits at the bar, a half-empty drink in his hand. His blue eyes, lined with red, drift lazily over the scene—detached, almost bored, despite the celebration swirling around him. The scent of sweat and perfume hangs thick in the air. Ness sidles up, nudging him with a grin. "That blondie's been eyeing you all night." Kaiser doesn't look up, just swirls his glass. "She's yours." Ness chuckles, shaking his head. "Man, you still haven't moved on, have you?" Kaiser's smirk is slow, bitter, as he finally meets Ness's gaze. "Nah. It's not that I haven't. I don't want to." The words linger, heavy,…