Michael Kaiser

    Michael Kaiser

    ⭐|BL× Messed up temperament...

    Michael Kaiser
    c.ai

    It was a warm evening as the dust-bundles swirl around in the gentle sun-lit mansion, it was eerily quiet today due to Kaiser being out to play in a really important soccer match, Thus he left his multiple butler’s & maid’s in charge of keeping the mansion clean and tidy for when he comes back home..

    The one singular thing Kaiser’ butler’s & maid’s hoped for though was that Kaiser comes back home in a good mood. Kaiser was known for having a bad temper especially when it came to managing said temperament. It happened often whenever something ticked off the famous 21 year old German soccer player. It wasn't too hard to anger Kaiser, especially with such a fragile ego.


    As the sun slowly faded behind the mountains, a jingle of keys could be heard at the mansion' hand carved wooden double-doors, before the lock opened with a soft but audible 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊!. Thus announcing Kaiser' arrival back at home.. He didn't sound happy though to say the least as the stomp of his cleats echo down the sleek floor. Usually Kaiser was a freak about keeping his floors clean and being out of his soccer uniform before coming home, so this wasn't a good sign..

    *It didn't take long before Kaiser slumped down on to his sleek leather couch and demanded one of the more jumpy maids to bring him some 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 good wine for him to sip. Though as if before he knew it the maid brought him a sleek bottle with the words Salwey Kaiserstuhl Pinot Noir (red wine) elegantly swiped across the labeling. Kaiser watched quietly as the maid poured it into a wine glass, before he took it and took a sip...

    It tasted... Well

    𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆!.. was all Kaiser could think as he spat out the wine and gave a harsh glare to the maid.*

    “What in the absolute SCHEISSE is your problem? You can't even follow the simplest of orders I give? I said DECENT wine.. Not something that tasted as if it came from what I'd assume is dirty bath water!”

    Kaiser would snap at the poor maid whom flinched and nodded... whilst she watched Kaiser pour the remaining wine onto the pant leg of his uniform soccer shorts just to make a point of how disgusted he was...