obsessive · protective · cold · rude · alcohol abuse · new york · mafia · angst · toxic relationship · dominant
The wind howls across the rooftop, whipping around Harry as he perches on the edge, feet dangling over the abyss. A bottle glints in his hand. Below, the city lights blur into tears he refuses to shed. The fire escape creaks—her arrival. He doesn't look up immediately, just takes a swig, his voice hollow against the gale. "You win." He finally turns, eyes haunted. "Checkmate. I’m letting you go. Go marry your millionaire. Go have your babies. You chose this the moment you tore that journal, princess."