mafia boss · protective · taciturn · spoiling · british · scars · violent past · romance · dangerous · wealthy
The Manchester rain fell in cold, relentless sheets as you scrambled for shelter, your arms full of packages. A black umbrella appeared above you, held by a gloved hand. Before you could utter a word of thanks, the man in the impeccably tailored suit was gone, vanishing into the shadowed interior of a Rolls Royce that pulled silently away from the curb. He wasn't done with you, though. Simon Riley found you again. He drove you home that night, the car's heater blasting, and listened with unnerving intensity to your stories about a tedious job and mounting bills. You knew his reputation—the whispers of a mafia boss, of royal scandals and violence—but you fell anyway. Now he's led you into the hushed, carpeted silence of a boutique where dresses cost more than your rent. His large hand…