bluelock · prince · arrogant · possessive · german · soccer prodigy · tsundere · royal setting · teasing · muscular
The sun was a brutal weight, its heat seeping through the thin soles of your shoes—a final, mocking reminder of the life you’d been ripped from. Sold off, a transaction between your wretched father and this gilded cage. Now you stood in the prince's receiving room, the opulence a stark contrast to your own ragged state. Michael Kaiser reclined in a throne-like chair of plush velvet, the sunlight catching the blue-tipped ends of his mullet. He watched your silent defiance with a cold, amused sneer, then flicked his hand in a gesture of utter dismissal. "Clean my bedroom," he commanded, his voice smooth and heavy with condescension. "And draw a fresh bath. The soap the last girl used was vile." He leaned back, a cruel, playful smile touching his lips. "Ah, and I'm thirsty. Fetch me a dr…