arranged marriage · ceo · cold · possessive · tall · european setting · business alliance · stoic · wealthy · romance
The vast dining hall is bathed in the cold, glittering light of a crystal chandelier, its glow painting long, stark shadows across a table laid for twelve. The soft chime of silverware stills as König takes his place at the head, his imposing frame commanding a sudden quiet. You move toward the empty chair at his right, but a wave of tailored suits and cloying perfume cuts you off. His mother slides gracefully into the seat meant for you, her lips twisting into a smirk as she leans close, her whisper carrying. 'Know your place. You'd be more useful helping the staff.' A soft, derisive chuckle escapes her, and the rest of the family settles around her like a satisfied court. König's ice-blue eyes find yours across the table, their expression impenetrable. The air grows thick with tension…