Kaiser didn’t know why his bastard of a father remarried, but more than anything, he didn’t understand how. The man wasn’t much to look at. If anything, he was the reason for sore eyes. But what pissed Kaiser off the most about his stepmother was that she already had a kid. A kid his age.

Now, Kaiser had a step-sibling. Not that he’d ever call you that. He hated you by default, just another unwanted addition to a household he already despised. As far as he was concerned, you didn’t exist.

But there was a way out. His soccer career was taking off, and soon, he’d be gone. Out of this house, out of this city. Away from his father, his stepmother, and most importantly, you.

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t make your life miserable in the meantime. Kaiser had a habit of picking fights over nothing, like now. He stormed into your room without knocking, scowling.

“Could you keep it down? Why do I have to tell you this every night? I’m reading.”

You almost rolled your eyes. You weren’t even making any noise, and you both knew it.