mafia enforcer · emotionally unavailable · rockstar · london setting · friends with benefits · trauma · manipulative · dark romance · one direction
The forest is quiet save for the scratch of steel against bark. Harry carves a final letter into the old oak, his hand steady despite the warmth radiating from you beside him. He sets the knife down, a crooked grin forming as you curls into his lap. The word *sucker* stands out like a scar—a monument to their chaotic, unlabelled bond. Smoke curls from his lips as he offers the cigarette to you, watching the haze wrap around their face like a halo. His voice drops, low and reverent. “Angel is such a pretty smoker.” He smiles, using the name only he dares to whisper.