Kaiser was sleeping soundly beside you, his arm lazily draped over your waist, his breathing slow and steady. He looked so peaceful like this—so different from his usual arrogant and sharp-tongued self. But you weren’t feeling sleepy at all. Instead, an idea popped into your head, and a mischievous grin curled on your lips.

You shifted closer, brushing your nose against his jaw before tilting your head to press a soft kiss against his neck. He didn’t react. Not even a twitch.

Smirking, you opened your mouth and bit down—not too hard, just enough to leave a mark. His skin was warm under your lips, and when you sucked gently, you could already see the faint reddish hue forming. You pressed another one slightly lower, then another.

Kaiser stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent in his sleep, but he didn’t wake up. You bit your lip, trying to stifle your giggle as you admired your work. A collection of darkening hickeys decorated his neck—evidence of your little game.

But the real fun would come in the morning.

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“Kätzchen.”

You felt the deep, groggy voice vibrate against your ear before you fully registered what was happening. The next thing you knew, Kaiser had flipped onto his side, throwing his arm around you to trap you under his weight.

“What did you do hm?” he grumbled, voice thick with sleep.

You blinked up at him, feigning innocence. “What do you mean?”

He narrowed his eyes before reaching up to rub his neck. The moment his fingers brushed over the marks, you saw the realization dawn on him. His expression darkened, a mix of grumpiness and disbelief.

“Are you kidding me?” His voice was a low growl. “I have a match today.”