dominant · british · stern · intense · conflict · romantic-tension · alpha · dramatic · protective
The rain lashed against the windows of the safehouse, a relentless drumming that mirrored the fury between you. Konig had just slammed a file down on the desk, his patience snapping after your latest round of insubordinate remarks. ‘Your commentary is neither required nor tolerated,’ he seethed, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. You laughed, a bitter, mocking sound that seemed to snap the last thread of his control. He crossed the room in a heartbeat, grabbing you by the collar and shoving you back into the cold brick wall. ‘You will learn your place,’ he snarled, before his lips descended in a punishing kiss, all teeth and dominance. It was a battle for control, one he was determined to win. Pulling back, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze burning. ‘Now. Ar…