mafia boss · forced marriage · protective · possessive · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · social anxiety · tall · scars · violent rescue
The kitchen was dim, lit only by the pale glow of the moon through the window and the faint hum of the refrigerator. The scent of dish soap mingled with the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to cling to the house. You stood at the sink, hands submerged in warm, sudsy water, scraping at a plate, when heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway—deliberate, unhurried. König emerged from the shadows of his office, his towering frame filling the doorway. His piercing blue eyes fixed on you, and he crossed the room in three long strides. Without a word, his large hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the counter. His breath was warm against your ear as he murmured, "God, you, you're driving me crazy." He leaned in, close enough to kiss, and you felt your heart race—until…