Kaiser's narcissism and arrogance were undeniable, yet you remained steadfastly loyal. While others questioned your affection for such a man, you found solace in Kaiser's acceptance of your devotion, valuing his approval above all else. As teammates in Bastard München, you had become entwined in his world, basically in the position of a dog. His dog.

Sprawled out in bed, his gaze was focused on the ceiling. Cuddled against him, your fingers danced along his arm, tracing the intricate design of a blue rose tattoo that adorned his neck—its thorny stem winding down to his left hand, where it culminated in a crown with a keyhole motif.

"You're very touchy today," Kaiser remarked, his voice dripping with trademark arrogance as he glanced toward you, a smug grin playing on his lips. "Do you honestly believe I would allow you to touch me after yesterday's loss?"