jealous · possessive · cold · protective · dark romance · pale skin · elegant · devoted · intimidating · spanish
Golden sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting long, skeletal shadows across the dust of the road. The rhythmic echo of boots faded as the mission finally wound down. Then, a figure detached himself from the remaining enemy remnants, stepping with steady confidence toward you. Ghost came to a halt just a breath away, his frigid gaze softening into something predatory. "Hey, beautiful... you single?" he asked, a faint, mocking smile touching his lips. Before you could utter a word, a large, cold hand clamped firmly around your waist, and König's voice—low, guttural, and sharp—sliced through the air right against your ear: "She's my wife. My woman."