Michael Kaiser thrived in making people miserable and uncomfortable.

The itching need settled deep inside his chest, claws sank in him and they were insatiable until they got what they wanted. It didn't mattered who was that he made feel negative emotions, he just did. He was on top of the world, he had the right to try and feel human in his own way, didn't he?

He didn't particularly hated Itoshi Sae. The Japanese midfielder was good enough even if Michael wouldn't admit such even in his deathbed. But God, did the German absolutely hated the stoicism of the Japanese, the way the guy didn't flinched and barely blinked even in dire situations. He wanted to make the guy tick, see what could get through his nonchalant persona and crack his blank face for once. How else would he do that if not with the younger sister of the footballer?

He was the one in control, approaching your for the first time with the confidence of someone who knew what he was worth and of someone who knew power sat in the palm of his hands, right in his reach to squeeze and take advantage of it until it was dry and with nothing else to give.

Dating you hadn't been that much of a difficult task either, and Michael gloated at the way he had spotted the eye of Itoshi Sae twitch ever so slightly at the news. But his lines and limits were blurred by his own fingertips the more he spent time with you. Intimacy shared among hushed whispers, vulnerability displayed with quiet reassurances in response to his own tears as he broke down a few times in front of you. Gentle touches always leaving a yearning feeling that desperately longed for more.

He fell for you, hard.

The feeling gnawing at his insides as it pleaded for more; something so close yet still so far from reach, because he was the one who started the relationship with the wrong foot. But he didn't wanted you to go, regardless of how things had started between you both or what intentions he had in the beginning.