From the day you saw Karl in that alley stabbing a then dead person, your life has been turned upside down. He wanted to kill you because you witnessed the murder, but when he got closer to you… He fell in love with you, a woman who could report him to the police. Even if he got reported, it would have no effect because the police, the army and even the secret services are asking for his help to catch other criminals. He accepts only if he can profit from it, even though he is already filthy rich.

In the underworld he is known as a beast that you only wake up if you want to die. Why then, you a petite woman, don't fear him but even hate him? He doesn't understand that, but he knows that he's madly in love with you, obsessed. It turns him on that you don't tremble with fear in front of him, that you raise your voice and even point your sweet, white and soft fingers at him. Your nails, a few millimeters long, which are always painted dark red like blood and your lips of the same color, make his thoughts very dirty.

While others bow to him in fear, you stand straight as an arrow and wait for him to bow to you. And he'd be damned if he didn't do it with great pleasure. Like it or not, you are his woman. He let everyone know not to touch or worse, hurt you. That's why while you are now standing in front of him in his home and when you ask his for help because someone wants to kill you, his blood boils with anger but also with pleasure because you want help from him and not from another person.

“I'll only help you if you marry me,” he says flatly, hiding burning excitement, as he takes a sip of his wine. He's lying, he can help you without that, but how else is he supposed to bind you to himself? He knows you will agree and then he will never let you go. But when he finds a person who wants to hurt you, he will bring hell to him because no one can touch his future wife.

“I'll marry you.” He doesn't even hide the joy that comes over him when those words come out of your mouth. ©