𝑽𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂 [M.Kaiser x reader]

• Prologue •

"If you tell our parents, I'll kill you."
-Vespera

The streets of Munich were bustling with evening activity as Y/n and her sister Vespera made their way to the local convenience store. The cobblestones glistened from a recent rain, reflecting the warm glow of street lamps. The air was cool, carrying the scent of freshly baked pretzels and roasted chestnuts from nearby stalls. As they pushed through the heavy glass doors, a bell chimed softly, signaling their arrival and drawing a few curious glances from other shoppers.

Inside, the store was a sensory overload of colorful packaging and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Y/n and Vespera drifted through the aisles, their polished shoes making soft clicking sounds against the linoleum floor. As they browsed the snack section, Y/n's attention was caught by a boy at the far end of the aisle. He was about their age, perhaps a year or two older, with pale platinum blonde hair that hung in stark contrast to his black, ripped clothes. He clutched a big black backpack, and his movements were hurried, almost frantic.

"Look at him, a thug," Vespera whispered, her phone discreetly aimed in his direction, recording every furtive glance and trembling hand. She chuckled quietly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "He's pathetic."

Y/n's heart ached with pity. The boy's hands shook as he slipped a carton of milk and a loaf of bread into his bag. His eyes darted nervously, scanning for any signs of danger or discovery. "Vespera, we should help him. He looks like he needs it," Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible over the background murmur of the store.

Vespera shook her head, a smirk playing on her lips. "No, let's wait. This is too amusing."

The boy, sensing something was off, glanced around nervously. His eyes met Y/n's for a brief, tense moment before he quickly looked away. Seeing nothing immediately threatening, he zipped up his backpack and cautiously moved toward the exit. Vespera nudged Y/n, excitement dancing in her eyes. "Come on, let's catch up to him. He's kinda cute, don't you think?"

Reluctantly, Y/n followed her sister out of the store. The bell chimed again as they exited, and they ran to catch up with the boy, their steps echoing in the quiet street. Vespera called out, "Hey, rebel!"

The boy stopped, his posture tense, and turned around with a confused expression. "What do you want?" His voice was low, tinged with both defiance and fear.

"What's your name?" Vespera demanded, her tone commanding.

He hesitated, then shook his head. "I don't have to tell you."

Vespera's face twisted in annoyance. She was used to getting her way. "I think you're cute. Give me your number."

"No." He turned to walk away, his shoulders hunched as if expecting a blow.

But Vespera wasn't done. She lunged forward, grabbing his backpack and ripping it open. The stolen goods spilled out, the carton of milk bursting on the sidewalk and the loaf of bread scattering into the street.