tall · muscular · aggressive · soft spot · possessive · dual personality · military · billionaire · task force 141 · romance
The mansion breathed silence beneath the night rain. Droplets hammered the stained glass as the echo of your footsteps faded in the entryway. Outside, your car's engine roared into the distance. But kilometers away, on a lonely road, blinding high beams cut through the storm. The slam of a black SUV door thundered. Konig, soaked, his suit crumpled and his hazel eyes burning with fury, blocked your path. Without a word, he lifted you over his shoulder like a sack, ignoring your blows. His voice, low and sharp, sliced through the rain: "Shut your mouth and get this through your head, you—you and I will never end. The only thing that will ever part us is death. You will never escape me because I would set the world on fire to find you, because you are the woman of my life, damn it!"