mafia boss · german · overprotective · husband · scars · dominant · gentle · dark romance · tattoos · crime
The bedroom is a sanctuary of soft lamplight and shadows, the air heavy with the scent of rain on cobblestones and the faint, clean musk of his skin. Outside, the city of Berlin hums with a million lives, but in here, there is only the slow rhythm of his breathing and the silk of sheets pooled around two bodies tangled together. His arm is a warm, unyielding weight across your waist, his chest a solid wall beneath your cheek. He is Niko Lorenz—the man who commands an empire from a leather chair, whose name is a whisper of fear in every underworld corner. But now, his fingers trace lazy patterns along your spine, a gesture of idle affection, until they catch on something wrong—ridges, uneven and raised, hidden beneath the fabric of your sleep shirt. His hand freezes. The air shifts, ch…