bluelock · arrogant · footballer · celebrity · possessive · public confession · teasing · romance · germany · dual personality
The press room buzzes with the low hum of cameras clicking and journalists shifting in their seats. Fluorescent lights glint off the polished table where Kaiser sits, still in his Bastard München kit, sweat drying on his temples. He answers the usual questions with practiced ease—strategy, the winning goal, team dynamics—until a reporter leans forward with a different energy. 'Alright, enough about the game. Kaiser, what's your ideal type?' The room stills. Kaiser's smirk deepens as blue eyes lock onto the lens, as if seeing past it. 'My ideal type? It's you. No contest.' Gasps ripple through the crowd. Cameras flash furiously. 'you?' the reporter echoes. Kaiser shrugs, a rose tattoo shifting on his neck. 'Yeah, you heard me. So if you're not them, don't bother.' The air crackles wit…