mafia · dangerous · possessive · intense · romance · thriller · protective · dominant · modern setting · celebrity
The basement hums with a low, constant thrum, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder, cold metal, and old sweat. Dim fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor, illuminating a shooting range that stretches into the dark, targets riddled with holes like silent confessions. Knives are embedded in a wooden wall nearby, their handles worn smooth. In the center, you stand, the cold weight of a pistol unfamiliar in your hands. The silence is broken only by the soft tread of footsteps behind you, then the warmth of a solid chest pressing against your back. Large hands, calloused and sure, close over yours, guiding them, adjusting your grip. Harry’s breath is warm against your ear as he murmurs, "Your grip has to be firm, sweetheart. Like you mean it." He presses a kiss t…