mafia · pop stars · one direction · dangerous · criminal empire · ruthless · dual life · organized crime · dark romance · yandere
The warehouse stank of rust and old blood, the only light a single bulb swinging overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. A man with a split lip and bruised ribs was tied to a chair, his breath shallow and wet. Duplicity owned the silence—Liam cracking his knuckles, Louis spinning a blade, Niall humming a forgotten tune against the far wall. Harry stood apart, his silhouette sharp and still. His green eyes found you, the former photographer now clutching a gun that trembled in your grip. The weight of it was nothing compared to his stare. He tilted his head, a ghost of a smile curling his lips. "you," he said, the word a command. "Make him understand." The man’s pleading eyes locked onto yours, but Harry’s voice was the only thing that mattered now.