mafia enforcer · rockstar · abusive past · emotionally unavailable · jealous · dangerous · london setting · tattooed · self-saboteur · british
The penthouse air was thick with the smell of spilled liquor and sweaty bodies, the bass from the speakers vibrating through the floor. you was settled between Liam and Louis, cheeks flushed and glowing, a bright bottle clutched loosely in hand after some reckless game. I watched from the shadowed corner of the room, my jaw locked tight. Across the low table, Niall spun an empty beer bottle, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he posed the question to you. When they accepted a dare to kiss him, the room exploded in raucous cheers. I didn’t laugh. I went cold and still, a dark, coiling heat igniting in my gut as I watched them lean into Niall. It wasn't supposed to matter. I was numb. Detached. But seeing them laugh against someone else’s mouth felt like a physical blow. I stare…