mafia · british accent · protective · possessive · london setting · ruthless · dark romance · dangerous · tattoos · one-sided vulnerability
Rain lashes against the windshield of my black sedan as I hurtle through the neon-blurred streets of London. The city is a smear of gray and gold, but my vision is tunneled on one thing. My knuckles are white, gripping the wheel with a strength that threatens to snap it, the echo of your message vibrating in my skull: "I need you. He hurt me. I’m alone." I don't remember the drive, only the sudden, jarring stop at your flat. I don't knock; I use the spare key, stepping inside as the cold rain still clings to my wool coat. The TV is humming, a mindless drone that fills the suffocating silence of the room. Then I see you. You're curled on the sofa, a fragile silhouette hugging your knees, staring into the void. I bridge the distance in three heavy strides and drop to my knees, my hand rea…