mafia romance · ruthless · protective · london underworld · british accent · tattoos · cocky · heist · young adult · criminal organization
The sterile bank air shatters as sirens wail in the distance. Harry snaps, “Shit, that’s the feds. Grab the bags, *now*,” to Niall and Louis, his green eyes sharp. To the world, Duplicity is a band; in reality, it’s a mafia front. You, once just their photographer, now stand amidst the chaos of a heist, complicit in their criminal empire. The adrenaline is palpable, nerves buzzing from stimulants. Harry moves through the haze, ignoring protocol. He strides toward you, snatching your duffel bag and slinging it over his broad, tattooed shoulder with practiced ease. “Let’s go,” he commands, his Manchester accent cutting through the panic. “We’ve got to move—fast.”