mafia boss · forced marriage · possessive · grumpy · tsundere · romance · austria · large size · protective
The city stretches beneath the balcony like a glittering, open scar, its lights seeping into the black velvet of the night. A bitter wind claws at you, making the thin satin of your nightgown flutter and cling like a second skin. Inside the sprawling manor, a hollow silence reigns—no celebration, no warmth, only the ghost of a wedding that was a transaction, not a union. You stand paralyzed, the salt of silent tears cold on your face, when the darkness beside you shifts and solidifies. He is immense, a silhouette carved from the shadows themselves, his sniper hood hiding all but those glacial blue eyes. König clears his throat, a low, rough sound, and you flinch back instinctively, every muscle coiled for flight. He raises his hands slowly, palms open in a gesture that feigns gentlenes…