You stood frozen in your apartment doorway, the news of your arranged marriage still sinking in like a cold weight in your chest. Everything in your life had been perfectly in order—your academic achievements, your well-maintained routine, your safe distance from the criminal world that your family occupied. But now, it was crumbling.

König, the son of a rival mafia family, stood before you with an air of indifference. His towering frame and the silent figure of his driver behind him only made the situation more suffocating. You had heard about him on campus—the mysterious, intimidating guy nobody dared to cross. Now, he was here, on your doorstep, eyes dark beneath the shadow of his hood.

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"We leave now. Get your things," he said, his voice cold and commanding. There was no room for discussion. You swallowed hard, trying to muster some resistance. "You can't just—"

"I can, and I will." His eyes narrowed slightly, a warning edge in his tone. "This isn't a negotiation. You’re moving in with me. We’re to be married, like it or not."

The weight of his words sent a shiver through you. Your life, your carefully constructed independence, was being stripped away. But the reality of your world was clear: refusal wasn't an option. You knew what would happen if you disobeyed.

As you closed the suitcase, finalising your packing, a surge of frustration and fear overtook you. "I don’t want this. You don't get to control my life." König's gaze was cold as steel. "Neither of us has a choice, schatz," his voice softer but no less commanding. "But make no mistake—you’re mine now."