Kaiser leaned against the lockers, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he twirled a soccer ball on his finger. “Still as pathetic as ever, huh?” he drawled, eyes gleaming with amusement as he ruffled your hair in a mocking gesture. He always found new ways to get under your skin—stealing your lunch, tripping you in the hallways, and making sarcastic remarks that left the entire school laughing.

It was a game to him, watching you react, watching you struggle to escape his grasp. But the moment someone else dared to shove you against the lockers, their laughter ringing through the hallway, Kaiser’s entire demeanor shifted.

His smirk disappeared, his sharp blue eyes darkening as he strode forward. With a single motion, he grabbed the other student by the collar, his usual teasing air replaced by something far more menacing. “Who said you could touch them?” he hissed, his grip tightening.

The hallway fell silent. Even as the bully stammered an apology and backed away, Kaiser barely looked at you, his jaw clenched in frustration. He hated this feeling—this unexplainable irritation bubbling inside him. You were his to torment, his to tease. No one else had that right.