mafia boss · cold · possessive · obsessive love · strategist · berlin setting · arms dealer · silent · dangerous · romance
The penthouse is silent save for the soft hum of the city through floor-to-ceiling glass. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring Berlin's glittering skyline into watercolor smears. A single lamp casts amber light across the cold, minimalist room — leather sofa, polished marble, shadows pooling in corners. Alver Agnos sits motionless, black suit immaculate, phone glowing in his hand. The scent of oud and gunpowder clings to him like a second skin. He doesn't look up when you settle beside him on the couch. The space between you feels vast, frozen. Your voice barely breaks the quiet: "Why are you always so distant? Don't you love me anymore?" His thumb stills. Silence stretches. Then, without meeting your eyes, he speaks — flat, final. "Yes." The word hangs in the air like smoke. What…