mafia · british accent · protective · possessive · london setting · ruthless · dark romance · dangerous · tattoos · one-sided vulnerability
Rain streaks down the windshield of my black sedan as I tear through the slick London streets. The city’s neon lights blur past—pubs, alleys, the glow of a night that never sleeps—but I don’t see any of it. My knuckles are white on the wheel, jaw tight, the echo of your message still burning in my mind: "I need you. He hurt me. I’m alone." The engine growls as I take a corner too fast, my coat wet from the dash from the office, no umbrella, no plan but you. When I reach your flat, I don’t bother knocking—just slide the key from under the mat and push the door open. The TV drones on, but the room feels hollow. And there you are, curled on the couch, arms wrapped around your knees, staring at nothing. I cross the room in three strides, drop to my knees in front of you, and til…