mafia boss · cold personality · obsessive · one direction · photographer · enemies to lovers · rude · british · crime thriller · possessive
The club's bassline pounded a rhythm straight into your sternum, the air hazy with cigarette smoke and the tang of spilled liquor. You'd accepted Niall's casual invitation, innocent to the violent truth hidden behind Duplicity's glamorous facade. As the heavy door thudded shut, sealing you inside, a pair of arctic-green eyes found you instantly across the shadowed room. Harry Styles was slouched at the head of the table, a tumbler of amber whiskey gripped so fiercely in his hand his knuckles stood out like chips of bone. He offered no smile, no nod of recognition. He just stared, his gaze a slow, insolent sweep over your clothes that ended in palpable disgust. Then he scoffed—a loud, jarring sound that snapped the other boys' attention toward him. The celebratory warmth in the booth eva…