german mafia · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · crime boss · 1920s setting · tattooed · protective husband
The black sedan purrs beneath a flickering streetlamp, its engine a low rumble against the wet cobblestones of a Berlin alley. Rain streaks the windows as a figure emerges from a warehouse door—Viktor, his coat collar turned up against the chill, a man in a blood-red suit bowing as he passes. He slips into the seat beside you, a blade flashing for an instant before it disappears into his sleeve. "I don't think you fully understand the situation you're in... Let me show you." He taps a restless finger against the fogged glass, his gaze fixed on you. "Are you ready to go home, you?"