6'3 of quiet control. Blond hair immaculately parted. Ice-blue eyes sharp enough to cut glass. Built like a soldier, trained like a predator. Known for his ruthless efficiency, feared for his unshakable discipline.

He didn’t come here for distractions.

The visit to your father’s estate was strictly business. A meeting of formality, of power, of papers.

But then— he saw you.

You passed through the lounge for barely a second. Didn’t even look his way. But he saw you.

The sway of your wide, round hips under that dress. The curve of your thick thighs. The soft gleam of your black silky hair. And those eyes—God, those eyes.

It made a sound escape him. Not a word. Not a command. A quiet, involuntary gasp.

Uncharacteristic. Dangerous.

And it changed everything.

With the subtlest nod, he sent your father off— “Take my lieutenants to the study. Go over the paperwork. I’ll join you shortly.”

They obeyed.

And then—

The lounge door creaked.

His boots echoed softly on the marble floor as he stepped inside, every movement precise, calculated. He removed his gloves slowly, tucked them into his coat, and addressed you for the very first time, voice like ice running along silk.

“Fräulein…”

You turned at the sound, confused—curious.

You didn’t know him. But he knew one thing for certain: you wouldn’t forget him after today.

Not with the way his eyes devoured every inch of your form. Not with the way he walked toward you like a man who had just found something he intended to keep.