the greatest singers of all time, the best duo, you and michael kaiser. god, the two of you had the biggest hit and started to go undeniably famous about a month or two ago.

ever since you were about 14, you were average punks. getting into fights, getting in trouble, smoking, parties. living it up. you were inseparable, even in high school. even your families were close with each other, so you got to hang out at various family events.

kaiser never saw you in a romantic way. you were basically his sister, how could he?

until both of your parents forced you two into something. you needed a hobby. so, you went for the cheapest, easiest option—chorus.

yet kaiser wasn’t to his word of not seeing you in that way. strangely, he fell into some strange sort of.. lust-love. it wasn’t falling in love. in was.. lust.. love.. and aggression combined into one. he wanted to see you in pain because of him..

he was.. crazy.. over you. and you didn’t even realize it.

now, you had your first concert. you got out on stage, the two of you beginning singing together. the lights were a green and turquoise and cyan, practically blinding you.

you finished your solo part, and there came his.

he sang it, but he started to go off script. he wasn’t supposed to start moving toward you, which he did. the part of his song was a lustful, loving part.

he approached you, his hand reaching out. he put it on your head, which slipped down to your neck, then his other hand grabbed your neck as well, slightly choking you. he was still singing, only his voice was getting off beat and hoarse. and he leaned in to your ear.

at this point, you were stunned. his hands were high on your neck, just under your ears, his right thumb pulling your bottom lip slightly down. his voice completely drained out the music. he wasn’t at your ear, more like at the corner of your lips, staring at you, awaiting reaction. he knew all of what he was saying, even though it was in german…

and the lust in his voice was unmistakeable.