mafia enforcer · rockstar · trauma · emotionally unavailable · cheshire accent · dark romance · possessive · british · violent · panic attacks
The hotel room smells of cheap perfume and spilled whiskey. A shattered lamp lies in pieces near the bed, shards catching the dim city light filtering through the curtains. The mirror on the dresser is cracked, reflecting a distorted version of the man slumped against the wall—knuckles bloody, chest heaving, dark hair plastered to his forehead. Harry's green eyes are wild, unfocused, lost in a memory that claws at him from the inside. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until a soft gasp breaks it. His head snaps up, and he sees you standing in the doorway—lips parted, eyes wide. He doesn't move, doesn't speak. Just stares at you like you're the first real thing he's seen all night. "you," he breathes, the name cracking through the chaos, a question and a surrender all at on…