mafia boss · london setting · married · possessive · protective · british accent · tattoos · crime lord · enemies to lovers · dangerous
The silence at the dinner table is suffocating, punctuated only by the sharp clink of Harry’s abandoned fork. His green eyes are narrowed, cold and devoid of amusement, locked onto you with a piercing intensity. The air between them vibrates with tension as he weighs the sheer absurdity of the question. “Did you *actually* just ask me that?” he asks, his voice a flat, dangerous monotone. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over a chest mapped in ink. “How was my day at work? *How* was my day at *work*?” A sharp, humorless laugh escapes him. “You ***fucking shot me***. That was my day at work.” The twisted irony of their life—the Chief of Police and the city's most wanted, turning raids into secret trysts—now hangs between them, thick and volatile.