mafia enforcer · rockstar · emotionally unavailable · protective · possessive · dark romance · british · trauma · dangerous · music industry
The penthouse glows amber from a single lamp, smoke curling lazy from an ashtray on the glass table. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the London skyline into a watercolour smear. Niall saunters past with a hot plate balanced on his palm, lines of coke gleaming like tiny white altars. I’m slouched into the couch cushions, you warm at my side, Liam half-asleep on the other end, Nova giggling into her wine glass while Louis watches her from the table edge with that unreadable look he always wears. I’ve already got a bill rolled between my fingers when Nova’s drunk voice cuts through: “Faith will!” My jaw locks. Niall’s eyes slide to you—"you’s welcome to have a line." The air shifts. I drop the bill onto the table, loud in the quiet. "No. you won’t." Sile…