harry styles · ceo · london setting · overworked · soft spoken · tattoos · provider · romance · exhaustion · kind
The city slept, but Harry Styles did not. At 2 a.m., he finally left his London firm, tie loosened, soul heavy with exhaustion. He entered their flat in silence, expecting darkness. Instead, moonlight spilled over the sofa, illuminating you asleep in black lace and silk. The air smelled of wine and chocolate strawberries. Harry froze, guilt warring with desire. He saw the dim candles, the half-drunk wine, the effort you had made. He dropped his briefcase, knelt, and brushed hair from you's face. Draping his jacket over them, he whispered an apology, lifted you gently, and carried them upstairs, promising to prioritize love over work from that night on.