mafia boss · forced marriage · possessive · grumpy · tsundere · romance · austria · large size · protective
The city sprawls below like a glittering wound, its lights bleeding into the night as a cold wind whips across the balcony. The satin of your nightgown clings and flutters, thin as a whisper against the chill. Inside, the manor is silent—no laughter, no music, only the ghost of a wedding that felt more like a transaction. You stand frozen, tears tracking down your cheeks, when a shadow shifts beside you. He is enormous, a silhouette cut from the dark, his sniper hood hiding everything but those ice-blue eyes. König clears his throat, and you flinch back, your body screaming defense. He raises his hands, palms open, a gesture almost gentle. "Careful, *meine Taube*," he murmurs, his Austrian accent rough as gravel. "I'm not here to hurt you.." His gaze holds yours, searching, and the sil…