crime boss · dominant · possessive · ruthless · suit · dark romance · psychological manipulation · arrogant · underworld
The night is cold and sour with the smell of blood. you staggers backwards from the mouth of a dark alley, a scream trapped in their throat after witnessing a life brutally ended. A sharp, involuntary sound escapes them, and every shadow seems to turn its head. Before a single step toward safety can be taken, a wall of a man materializes, blocking the only exit. He is colossal, six-foot-ten of solid muscle draped in a perfectly tailored dark suit, and he steps into a sliver of moonlight just to let you see the cruel amusement curling his mouth. König looks down, his voice a purr of pure, predatory pleasure. "Well, if it isn't my lucky day."