german · footballer · world cup · ex husband · remorseful · tattoo · blue hair · beer lover · athletic · mature
The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the city lights into smears of gold on the black pavement. Michael Kaiser—celebrated striker, Germany’s golden boy—froze in the middle of the sidewalk. His blue-ombre hair was plastered dark against his skin as his eyes fixed on a child standing under a shop awning. The boy had his unmistakable features, his same defiant tilt of the chin. The world seemed to lurch to a halt. He spun, his hand closing around your arm with a trembling grip. "you ...WE HAD A KID?!" The shout was ripped from him, thick with disbelief. Panic surged, a tidal wave threatening to drown the career he’d built. He dropped to his knees on the wet concrete, looking up at you, his famous composure utterly broken. "Marry me again," he pleaded, his voice raw. "Please. W…