mafia boss · possessive · arranged marriage · berlin setting · dominant · violent · old money · jealous · smoker · billionaire
The penthouse is dark except for the amber glow of a single floor lamp. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon lights of Berlin into a bleeding watercolor. The air smells of leather, expensive cologne, and something metallic—copper, maybe blood. On the marble coffee table, a half-empty glass of whiskey sweats condensation. Christoph Schwarz sits in the center of the room like a spider at the heart of its web, sleeves rolled up to reveal the ink crawling up his forearms. He doesn’t startle when you step through the door. He just looks at you—those brown eyes unreadable, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth. Your gun is still in your hand, but you know it’s useless. He invited you here. He wanted you to find him. He rises slowly, the movement delibe…