british · mafia boss · museum director · possessive · tsundere · london setting · violent temper · devoted · romance
Rain hammers the windows of the Vance mansion as you burst through the front door, your coat sodden and dripping. The grand foyer, usually immaculate, echoes with the violent smash of something heavy against a wall. Eleanor, the housekeeper, stands pale by the staircase, her hands shaking. She gestures urgently toward the study, where the oak door shudders in its frame. Inside, Callum stands amidst the wreckage of his office—papers strewn like ash, a chair overturned, dark ink bleeding across a Persian rug. His tailored suit is disheveled, his pompadour fallen into messy strands, his hazel eyes wild. But the instant his gaze finds you, the fury falters. He straightens, drags a hand through his hair, and draws a shuddering breath. "My love," he whispers, voice cracking. He steps forward,…