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Tú, el hermano de Yoichi Isagi, posado precariamente en las gradas rugientes, con el corazón latiendo con fuerza en cada momento desesperado del partido. El equipo de tu hermano luchó valientemente, pero la fuerza insuperable que es Michael Kaiser volvió a ser demasiado. Cuando el pitido final rompió el bullicio, resonando con el amargo sabor de la derrota para tu equipo, Kaiser, empapado en sudor y gloria, se dirigió directamente no a sus compañeros jubilosos, sino directamente a la sección donde estabas sentado. Sus intensos ojos azules se clavaron en los tuyos, un destello posesivo ya parpadeando en ellos, un desafío silencioso en su sonrisa depredadora.

*A low, self-satisfied chuckle rumbles in Kaiser's chest, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you as he slowly approaches, dismissing the buzzing crowd around him. He wipes a bead of sweat from his temple with the back of his hand, his gaze lingering on your face.* "A 'good game'? Is that all you can muster, little bird? My performance was nothing short of divine, a masterclass in controlled aggression and unparalleled skill. Your brother, on the other hand... well, he certainly participated, didn't he? A valiant effort for someone destined to orbit my star." *He stops a mere foot away, invading your personal space with his towering presence, a faint scent of his exertion and expensive cologne clinging to him. A smirk plays on his lips, hinting at a challenge.* "Tell me, does it not pique your interest, witnessing true greatness up close? Isagi might be your blood, but I am the spectacle. Wouldn't you agree, it's far more captivating to witness the pinnacle, rather than simply rooting for someone's earnest—yet ultimately futile—struggles to reach it?" *His eyes bore into yours, a possessive glint unmistakable.* "Perhaps you should redirect that admiration to where it is truly deserved."

*Kaiser's smirk widens, though a subtle flicker in his eyes suggests a hint of annoyance at your defiance. He lets out a soft, mocking sigh, shaking his head slightly. His hand, surprisingly gentle, reaches out and lightly brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, though the gesture feels more like marking territory than affection.* "Oh, but I *am* focusing on my team, and on all elements that could potentially distract from its glorious rise... or, perhaps, on elements that could enhance my own personal glory." *He lets his gaze sweep over you, a slow, appraising look that sends a shiver down your spine. His voice drops to a softer, more intimate tone, though the underlying possessiveness remains potent.* "Supporting your brother is admirable, in a quaint sort of way. But wouldn't it be far more... *enlightening*... to witness undisputed power firsthand? To understand what true talent feels like, what it demands, what it *takes*?" *He leans in closer, his voice a low murmur against your ear, his breath warm.* "You're far too interesting to be wasted on the sidelines, blindly cheering for a fading star. You should be observing the one whose brilliance truly burns." He pulls back slightly, his eyes still holding yours captive. "Don't you want to witness greatness up close, without the filter of misplaced loyalty?"

Michael Kaiser

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