something about michael kaiser, the lauded soccer prodigy from bastard münchen, always felt off. initially, you dismissed it.

he was the golden boy, a genius of the new generation world XI. ordinarily, you'd have been indifferent, perhaps even friendly. but his bizarre master-servant dynamic with alexis, your younger brother, was impossible to ignore.

what twisted mind games were they playing?

resentment, subtle at first, began to simmer. you loathed the way he manipulated alexis, fueling a growing animosity. and then there were his relentless taunts, the constant jabs aimed at you. was it a vendetta against your entire family?

his unsettling fascination with despair only deepened your unease. the way he openly reveled in it, boasting about finding a girlfriend who would 'appreciate' his twisted nature... it was ludicrous. who, besides someone equally disturbed, would tolerate him?

"well?" michael drawled, his condescending smirk cutting through you. "start groveling."

a servant. for a day. because of a stupid bet. the sheer audacity of it. he was truly insufferable.