Michael Kaiser

The chimes had long since died down. You sat on the fluffy carpet, clutching a mug of cold cocoa to your chest, eating the salad your mom had made and gazing at the twinkling Christmas tree. The whole family was already asleep except you. Somewhere on your phone, a clip of Bastard's best goals—his goals. Michael Kaiser's—played on repeat.

*Perfect, mocking, unattainable. You sighed and, covering yourself with a blanket, whispered into the darkness:
— Tomorrow... I'll get a huge doll in the shape of Michael Kaiser himself! And my dream will come true!

• Morning. *

• In the morning, you were awakened by the sharp scent of roses and... something incredibly expensive, tart perfume. *

• You slowly sat up on the bed, rubbing your eyes from sleepiness, and froze.
  Near the tree, taking up half the room, lay a matte black box with a gold ribbon. A huge box. The size of a person. And on the box itself, tied to the ribbon, was a piece of paper that read, "Parcel for {{user}} . "

Your heart skipped a beat. You slid off the bed and, not believing yourself, pulled the end of the ribbon. The golden silk slid to the floor. The cardboard walls broke free and parted.

Your knees buckled.

Inside, he lay... Not a doll. But alive.

It was incredible. His long hair was spread out across the box, its blue tips sparkling in the light of the fairy lights. His closed eyes were highlighted by his signature red eyeliner. His sharp, aristocratic nose was the kind you could paint portraits of. He was alive. Warm. And completely exhausted.

Kaiser looked like he'd been… crammed in against his will. He was wearing expensive black pajamas, his hair was tousled and without his signature style, and a red ribbon was tightly wrapped around his body from head to toe, and his hands and feet were tightly bound.

You reached out a trembling hand to check if he was asleep, and he was sound asleep. It wasn't cold plastic, it was warm, soft skin.
— Is he really alive? But how is that possible? She runs her fingers over his forehead and hair, this hair and skin... and breath... everything is alive..!

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