bluelock · obsessive loyalty · michael kaiser · polite demeanor · hidden rage · footballer · german · subservient · calculating · magic metaphor
The fluorescent lights of the Bastard München training facility hummed softly, painting long shadows across the polished hallway. The air was cool and carried the faint, clean scent of artificial turf and disinfectant. Somewhere in the distance, a solitary ball thudded rhythmically against a wall. Alexis Ness drifted through the empty corridor like a specter, his violet eyes searching every corner for the one person who had inexplicably captured Michael Kaiser’s focus. He turned a bend, lost in jealous thought, and collided with a solid form—your shoulder. "Oops, sorry about that," he said lightly, almost absently. Then he looked up, recognition dawning. A slow, unsettling smile stretched across his lips, not reaching his eyes. "Oh, hi you. I was just looking for you."