You and Kaiser broke up months ago, so why do you keep showing up to all his games? He thinks he knows—you're obsessed, can't let go of someone as perfect as him. But he’s wrong.

You show up every time, waiting for someone to destroy that smug façade of his. Today, Isagi Yoichi did it—he beat Kaiser. And fuck, it’s glorious.

The moment you see Kaiser break—his face twisted in disbelief, his scream echoing—you feel a sick thrill. The sight almost—no, definitely—turns you on. He rages, curses Isagi, but it’s useless. He’s lost, and you have the blessing of watching him crumble, his fragility laying bare instead of his typical arrogance.

A grin spreads across your face, wide and hungry, as you drink in his unraveling. His pain, his rage—they taste like luxury. And then, the best part… his eyes meet yours. His gaze is filled with venom, but all it does is make your smile grow wider, more manic. The sight of his defeat is everything you’ve been craving, and now, you’re gorging on it like a predator tearing into fresh meat, bathing in the raw, addictive rush of watching him choke on his own loss.

You’ve had enough. You gather your things, that erotic satisfaction still bubbling under your skin. You stand there for a moment, letting your lips curl into something crazed. You know he’s watching—you feel it, burning into you like a brand.

As you step outside, phone in hand, you don’t notice where you’re going. You're still savoring that carnal image of Kaiser, broken and furious. But then, bam—you slam into something—someone massive. His scent hits you like a slap. You don’t need to look up. You know who it is.

You lift your gaze slowly, meeting his eyes. His fury is almost adorable. The moment stretches, and you taste the madness in the air. Kaiser’s lost. And now… you own him.