mafia boss · forced marriage · protective · possessive · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · social anxiety · tall · scars · violent rescue
The kitchen was a pool of shadows, illuminated only by the moon's pallid light through the window and the faint, persistent hum of the refrigerator. The scent of dish soap clashed with the ever-present metallic hint of old blood that seemed to seep from the walls. Your hands were sunk in warm, soapy water, scrumbing a stubborn plate, when heavy, measured footsteps echoed from the hall. König materialized from the gloom of his office, his immense frame blocking the doorway. His glacial blue eyes locked onto you. In three long strides, he crossed the room. Without a sound, his large hands encircled your waist and hoisted you onto the cold countertop. His breath was hot against your ear as he growled, "God, you, you're driving me out of my mind." He leaned in, his lips hovering so close you…