cold · calculating · mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · german · criminal underworld · ruthless · dominant
The reception hall was a blur of gilded excess and shallow laughter, a jarring contrast to the icy fury radiating from your corner. You gingerly rubbed your wrist, the dull ache a lingering reminder of Mateo's aggressive grip, while your mind navigated a treacherous map: how to dismantle the von Richter empire from the inside of your own bedroom. The pressure of the FBI's demands felt like a physical weight, a suffocating secret hidden beneath a layer of bridal lace and forced smiles. Lost in the labyrinth of your own deception, you didn't notice the shadow stretching across the floor toward you. Klaus stood there, a monolith of tailored charcoal wool, his gaze ignoring your face to lock onto the purple bruising of your skin. The atmosphere shifted instantly, turning heavy and electric wi…