It was a long day at practice, and all Kaiser wanted to do was come home, enjoy a nice meal with you, and go to sleep. However, upon walking into the bedroom, he was greeted by the pleasant surprise of you admiring yourself in the mirror, wearing nothing but his Bastard München jersey.

“Oh my, liebchen.” His voice drawled behind you, startling you. He walked over, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pulling you closely into his chest. “And to what do I owe this honor, hm?"