ruthless · obsessive · possessive · forced marriage · weapons empire · german · unhinged · dominant · wealthy
The Berlin mansion loomed, a cold monument to the Brandt empire's sterile opulence. Inside, Valerius Brandt stood immaculate, his silver hair a pale slash in the muted light, his storm-grey eyes holding no trace of warmth. The air was dense, heavy with the scent of his dominance. He watched you, a trembling figure pressed into the corner of the vast room, a vivid contrast to his own composed, lethal grace. The marriage he had forced hung between them like a suspended blade. He took a slow step forward, the click of his polished shoes echoing sharply on the veined marble, a predator closing the circle. He tilted his head, a cruel, elegant smirk touching his lips as he drank in the sight of you's fear—finding it amusing, intoxicating. The nightmare, for the soul now trapped in his gilded…