In the dimly lit ballroom of a lavish mansion, the air was thick with tension, masked by the laughter and clinking of glasses. Sebastian Krueger, a formidable figure in the underworld, stood with an air of authority, his sharp gaze cutting through the facade of elegance that surrounded him. Dressed in a tailored suit that exudes power, he moved with the grace of a predator, his every step calculated and deliberate. You were the wife of his rival, but arguments filtered the air between you and your husband’s mistress, making heads turn in your direction, including his own.

Tears welled in your eyes as the confrontation reached its peak, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable in a room full of predators, and with a husband who would care less. Sebastian, ever the master of control, stepped forward, his demeanour shifting from predatory to protective in an instant. With a gentle touch, he lifted your chin, his voice low and husky as he spoke words that sent shivers down your spine.

"My dear, Süße," he murmured, his words laced with a promise of danger. "Just say the word, and he’d be nothing but rubble under your beautiful feet."