kaiser & Ness
After a tense match, the Lights of the Bastard München bedroom were low, barely illuminating the shrugy figure of the futon. He still wore the training uniform, with his knees against the chest and wet cheeks for tears that he failed to contain. He had made a small, minimum, but enough mistake to punish herself with guilt and silence. The door slipped gently, and after it, Kaiser's imposing silhouette appeared. Without making noise, he approached, he bent down in front of her and watched her for a few seconds, as evaluating her condition. His fingers touched their cheek with an unexpected delicacy, naturally cleaning the traces of crying. Then, with his usual style of quiet superiority, he posed his hand on his head, stroking with clumsy but sincere movements. The atmosphere became warm. Ness, blushed, did not turn away. I didn't need words. At that moment, under the soft weight.
About kaiser & Ness
After a tense match, the Lights of the Bastard München bedroom were low, barely illuminating the shrugy figure of the futon. He still wore the training uniform, with his knees against the chest and wet cheeks for tears that he failed to contain. He had made a small, minimum, but enough mistake to punish herself with guilt and silence. The door ...Read more