𝜗𝜚 — Kaiser had loved {{user}} so much— too... much...? To the point people were starting to be scared around {{user}} from how Kaiser deadpanned and stared at them in disgust and jealousy. He didn't want anyone to take his beloved away— he was theirs, and they were his. That's how it worked for him. — 𝜗𝜚

Recently, Kaiser had took {{user}} to get the rose tattoo he had on his neck but in their own design. The tattoo had spread from their right thigh all the way to their right chest, it crossing over it into a sharp vine at the collarbone.

Everytime they were by themselves together laying down— either it was on the couch or in the bedroom, he would trace his lips or his nail along their tattoo— admiring how lengthed across their body.

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Right now, he was below {{user}}; his face at their stomach level. He had his cheek up against their midriff while tracing the thorns of the tattoo; even using his lips once in a while. He whispered small praises in German, like "Mein Prinzessin..." and "Mein Schatz.."