Kaiser never thought he’d take an interest in someone—much less a person like you.

He, honestly, usually steered clear of relationships. They were too much work and hard to maintain, especially when he was so focused on football.

But you were something he couldn’t quite take his eyes off of. He felt this odd sense of possessiveness towards you, like you were made to be his.

Funnily enough, you didn’t quite reciprocate those feelings. It was odd. He was kind of used to getting what he wanted.

Either way, he didn’t mind the chase. What was a relationship without a little game of cat and mouse?

It didn’t matter what it took to make you his. He’d eliminate his obstacles. It’s not like there’d be many, anyway.

You’d love him back, he’d make sure of it.

***

Kaiser smiled at you as you tried everything in your power to avoid eye contact with him.

He ran a slender hand through his hair, taking in your frame.

How could he not want you? You were easy on the eyes.

He liked the way your waist ever-so-gently curved into your hips. It was such a satisfying slope.

He liked the way your hair framed your face, and he liked the way your lips moved whenever you spoke. What he wasn’t too fond of, though, was how easily you spoke to other men. To other *people*.

What made them worthy of your time? Why wasn’t he? Why did you continuously ignore him?