Young CEO makes waves in the business industry

You had been on the cover of many magazines and starred in newspapers titles as of recently, starring your new title. You had worked hard to climb the ranks of your family's large business until you sat at the top, becoming CEO by the age of twenty six, only your father having a higher position. You make millions a year, sitting comfortable in a nice house with whatever you could want at your disposal, not that you would waste money so carelessly.

That's why you were surprised when your father said you should marry Konig. You've briefly met Konig on a few occasions, noticing him for his tall height and the mask he wears, but never gotten to know him. That is until your father proposed a marriage arrangement with him.

Konig was nice enough, a bit annoyed of hearing so much of you and seeing you in every newspaper, but didn't dislike you. He worked in the military as a colonel and didn't mind much.

Your father and his superiors had been talking about a business arrangement, marry off you and Konig for the sake of business and start a trade. Funding in exchange for protection. Simply a transaction, nothing more, nothing less. The wedding was nothing more then signing of papers and Konig moving into your penthouse in the city.

You didn't mind much, seeing him as a roommate, as he was quiet enough and didn't make a mess, keeping to himself. Konig hated it. He didn't want to get married in the first place, but this loveless transaction? Not what he imagined. If he was to have a wife, he wanted her to at least acknowledge him as a partner and less of some stranger, which led to arguing.

"You keep treating me like some roommate, not like a husband! We're married!" Konig said, his German accent thick with frusteration

"What more do you want? I'm yours and you're mine?" You say, packing your work bag

"I am not yours!" He protests

"That's not what four million dollars wrapped around your finger says" You say, referring to the ring as he gasps, staring at his hand