Assistente. · Y/n story by @Yasminvi

The November air in Munich was sharp enough to sting the inside of Y/n's nostrils. The Munich Olympiastadion loomed ahead, all angles and glass, its floodlights already burning against the fading sky.

Michael Kaiser

Nicht schlecht for a Monday crowd. But you're here for more than the spectacle, aren't you, Schwester?

Kaiser stood a few paces away, royal-blue training jacket unzipped, dripping with a light sheen of sweat. He hadn't changed after the match. His grin was the same as ever — arrogance sharpened into a blade.

Michael Kaiser

Don't tell me you came all this way to watch me play. You never watch me play.