𝑽𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂 [M.Kaiser x reader]

• Chapter 1 •

"I was taking a big risk. You shouldn't mess with Vespera. I love her, but she's a psycho."
-Y/n

She was just waking up as dawn's light filtered through the thick curtains of her room. Y/n  opened her eyes, feeling the weight of the previous day's events still lingering in her mind. Determined to help the boy she had encountered, she quietly slipped out of bed and dressed in simple, unassuming clothes: a pair of worn jeans and a plain sweater.

Tiptoeing towards the door, Y/n paused to listen for any signs of life. The house was eerily silent, an unusual absence of the bustling activity that typically marked the morning routine. Not even Vespera's demanding voice could be heard. Taking this as a good omen, Y/n made her way downstairs, her heart pounding with anticipation.

The grand foyer of their home was empty, the opulent decor standing in stark contrast to the solitude that filled the space. Portraits of stern ancestors gazed down from the walls, and the rich, mahogany furniture gleamed in the morning light. Y/n took a deep breath and stepped out into the crisp air, feeling a strange sense of freedom.

She hurried to the convenience store, her footsteps echoing in the quiet streets. As she entered, the familiar chime of the bell welcomed her. The store was sparsely populated, with only a few early risers picking up their morning essentials. Y/n moved quickly through the aisles, selecting three cartons of milk, a bag of Haribo gummy bears, and a few loaves of bread.

As she turned a corner, she spotted the same platinum blonde hair and black clothes that had caught her attention the day before. The boy was there again, his eyes scanning the shelves nervously. He reached for a carton of milk, his hands trembling.

Suddenly, the lady from the cash register appeared at the end of the aisle, her face contorted with anger. "Hey, you! What do you think you're doing?" she yelled, startling the boy. The carton slipped from his grasp, crashing to the floor and spilling milk everywhere. The woman stormed over and grabbed his arm, yanking him towards the exit. The boy's eyes filled with terror as he pleaded, "Please, stop! I didn't mean to—"

Y/n, feeling a surge of protectiveness, stepped forward. "Excuse me," she called out, her voice firm. "He's with me. I'll pay for everything."

The cashier glared at her, then at the boy, before reluctantly releasing her grip. "Keep him on a leash, young lady," she muttered, returning to her station.

Y/n paid for the items and led the boy outside, her heart racing. Once they were a safe distance from the store, she turned to him and handed him the goods she had bought. "I'm sorry about what my sister did yesterday," she said softly.

The boy looked at her, bewildered but grateful. Before he could respond, Y/n began walking, and he found himself following her, drawn by an inexplicable trust. After a few blocks, he caught up to her and asked, "Why are you helping me?"