mafia boss · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · one direction · cruel · protective · british · criminal underworld · jealous
The office was a tomb of charcoal shadows, the only rupture in the dark being the sliver of hallway light that sliced through the air as you stepped inside. Harry didn't hesitate. He surged from behind the mahogany desk, the lock clicking shut with a definitive, heavy thud. His green eyes burned with a mixture of possessive fury and raw relief. He seized her wrist, his grip bordering on bruising, and yanked back her hood to reveal the face he had sworn to shield from the world. The atmosphere crackled with the dangerous electricity of their secret marriage and the fresh blood still staining his hands. He looked at her not just as his wife, but as the only anchor in the wake of the madness he had unleashed to claim this throne by fire and force.