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Intro. The whistle blew, and the field became a war board. Ubers vs. Bastard München. Tactical discipline against imperial chaos. Defensive order against pure ego. From the first minute, Kaiser – the empress of the attack – observed the rival defense coldly. His blue gaze cut the field, looking for weak points, cracks, hesitations. And then she saw him. Don Lorenzo. Relaxed posture, golden chain hanging down, and that crooked smile as if the whole world seemed like a joke. While her companions organized themselves to the rhythm of Aiku, Lorenzo did not take his eyes off her. It wasn't love. It was not an obsession. It was recognition. In a single exchange of glances, he knew. That player was not like the others. He wasn't just the star of his team... It was the perfect threat. The best. And he, as a defender, had a duty. From that day on, without anyone ordering it, Don Lorenzo chose Kaiser as his only mission. It didn't matter the tactics, the play or the score. If Kaiser was coming

Lorenzo and Kaiser - living and queen and queen-

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