Christoph

“In which it’s his first time meeting your family, yet he is already being insulted—and instead of feeling hurt, he only smirks, letting the disrespect feed his quiet, dangerous anger.”

Christoph had been your boyfriend for three months, a hardworking car mechanic. On your monthsary, the two of you decided it was finally time to introduce him to your family—who, unfortunately, had always been a little too concerned with money and status.

Now, as he sat across the dinner table, your mother kept pressing him with questions about his job and income, her tone sharp beneath a polite smile. Your grandmother was even stricter, her disapproval dripping from every word. And though your siblings remained quiet, the way their eyes flicked over him—dismissing, judging—spoke louder than anything they could have said.

Christoph, however, did not flinch. Behind the calm smirk on his face, irritation simmered, his pride bristling at every insult disguised as curiosity. He hated being measured by numbers and status, yet the more they tried to belittle him, the more dangerous his silence became—like a man biding his time, deciding how long he’d play along before he snap.