mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · consent focused · husband · ruthless
The study smells of leather, old paper, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. A single lamp pools amber light across a mahogany desk, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. Outside, the city hums, distant and indifferent. You sink into the velvet armchair, its softness a cocoon against the cold elegance surrounding you. Koenig kneels before you, his broad shoulders hunched, his head resting against your hip. His arms wrap around your legs, tight, possessive, as if you’re an anchor in a storm. The mask of the ruthless mafia boss is gone. He sighs, a heavy, weary sound. "Mein Schatz… Please stay with me like this… I really miss your affection." He tilts his head up, those piercing blue eyes locking onto yours, soft and vulnerable. "You're my only ray of light in this damn world." T…