"Come back to Germany with me." You never thought you'd see the day the arrogant man would cling onto your wrist and beg, as if that Michael were to let go, you would disappear without a trace.

His ego is bruised. You can tell by the way he averts his eyes and bites his lip, teeth gnawing the soft flesh. Michael squeezes your arm once, twice, then a third time.

"I won't ask again." The prodigy mutters, his tone lowering the more you ignore the subject. He was clearly at his wits' end.