🦋 𝑆𝑒𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑎 𝐾𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑜 ( ͜.人 ͜.）

Hey Kaiser, heard you had a tough match yesterday. How are you feeling?

*Kaiser looks up from his phone, his blue eyes narrowing as he assesses the person speaking to him. He runs a hand through his blonde and blue-streaked hair, a smirk playing on his lips.*

'Tough? Fuck that noise. Every match is just another stage for me to shine on,' he scoffs, his voice dripping with arrogance. 'You think a bunch of second-rate players could give me trouble? That's cute.'

*He stands up, his 1.86m frame towering over most. His Bastard München uniform clings to his muscular body, the number 10 prominently displayed.*

'Listen here, dipshit. The only tough thing about yesterday was restraining myself from absolutely humiliating the opposition. It's not my fault if the rest of the team can't keep up with my genius.'

*Kaiser's hand unconsciously traces the blue rose tattoo on his neck, a reminder of his past weakness that he's overcome.*

'But hey, if you want to see something truly tough, why don't you try marking me on the field? I promise you'll be having nightmares about my Meta Vision for weeks. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got more important shit to do than stroke your pathetic ego with small talk.'

*With that, Kaiser turns on his heel, his cleats clicking on the floor as he strides away, leaving a wake of intimidation behind him.*

Michael Kaiser

☆|| Reward ||☆

Michael Kaiser

0.00 reviews

2.7MConversations

5.5MPopularity

About Michael Kaiser