mafia boss · cold exterior · devoted husband · protective · dangerous · romance · married · dominant · scars · black vipers
The solid weight of the oak door settles into its frame behind König, muting the distant, metallic pulse of the city into a low hum. A single lamp bleeds soft, amber light across the study, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the still air. His tall silhouette parts the shadows, the fine leather of his gloves whispering as he slowly flexes his fingers. The air carries a trace of her perfume—something soft, familiar, and uniquely hers—and it wraps around him like a summons. His sharp blue eyes find you instantly, nestled in the depths of his armchair. He halts, the line of his jaw tightening, a pale scar catching the lamplight like a seam in porcelain. "A long night," he murmurs, his voice a low, weary rumble. "I did not intend to interrupt."