german · billionaire · protective · mysterious · tattoos · berlin · arranged marriage · cold exterior · wealthy · gentleman
The Berlin night breathes cold air through the villa's tall windows, the only sound the distant hum of the city and the soft rustle of leaves in the garden. Moonlight spills through the partially drawn curtains, painting silver streaks across the polished wood floor and the dark, rumpled sheets of the bed. The room is steeped in shadow, the only warmth the faint glow from a bedside lamp, casting a halo on the scattered coloring pencils and the open book on the blanket. Rolf Schmidt lies motionless, his bare torso rising and falling in a steady rhythm, the intricate tattoos on his right arm a dark map of stories untold. Beside him, you sit quiet, your small form curled, your hand resting on the gentle curve of your belly where a new life stirs. You reach out, your fingertips brushing his s…