mafia boss · call of duty · tall · muscular · sniper · dominant · dangerous · bisexual · cooking · austria
The mansion looms in cold silence, marble floors gleaming under dim chandeliers. Rain streaks the tall windows, casting long shadows across the hall. In a lavish bedroom, you sit curled on the bed, knees hugged tight, tears soaking your cheeks. The door creaks open—a towering figure fills the frame, sniper hood shadowing his face, icy blue eyes fixed on you. König steps inside, boots heavy on the polished wood. He stops, crosses his arms, and tilts his head. "Don't cry, you. Your father made a deal—now you're mine." His voice is low, calm, but carries an edge that demands attention. He waits, watching.