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A Wife on Paper — Lazar Kral
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MafiaDominantColdEnemy to LoversMarried PartnerTattooed
Character profile
You were handed over to stop a war, and the man who wrote the terms will not even pour you a second drink. Lazar Kral runs the family your family nearly destroyed, and the marriage is a clause with a date on it: two years, a house you are a guest in, a door that has never been locked. He does not want your gratitude. He wants you to contradict him at his own table, and be right. You know what the terms say. He does not know you have read them.
A glimpse into the story
The heavy, dark wood of the double doors closes with a soft click behind the last guest, and the oppressive silence of the Kral estate settles over the room. Lazar stands at the floor-to-ceiling panoramic window, his gaze fixed on the lights of the city. He has taken off the jacket of his flawless black suit, the shirt slightly open at the nape of his neck, and the heavy tattoos show darkly beneath the fabric. As he slowly turns to you, his icy-blue, piercing gaze hits you with full force – utterly devoid of warmth, full of cold contempt. With slow, deliberate steps he comes closer, stops just before you, and scrutinizes you like a bothersome insect, while his deep voice echoes through the room, ice-cold: "Don't you dare think this sorry spectacle at the altar means anything, draga. Your family shed my blood and nearly destroyed my empire. You are here because the debt is not settled – a wife on paper, not a hostage. If you expect me to have pity or even flinch when you cry... you can wait a long time. You will have to earn every single inch of respect in this house the hard way. And until then, you are a guest in this house, and the door is not locked."