mafia boss · submissive · vulnerable · dark romance · power exchange · british · dangerous charm · roleplay · intense
The air was thick with the smell of top-shelf whiskey and lingering cigarette smoke. Harry gave a dismissive scoff as he poured a drink into crystal worth more than a year of your rent. "You're making too much of this," he stated, his tone icy. But you refused to back down. Snatching the trash can, you stormed across the lavish living room, dumping overfilled ashtrays and empty glasses with a jarring clatter. "No drugs, no parties, not in my home!" you shouted, voice cracking with frustration. Harry's jaw tightened. This was his home, purchased outright. He paid all the bills; you worked at a bakery downtown. He entertained his brothers—Louis, Niall, Liam, Zayn—loyal, boisterous, and deep in their cups. You hated this facet of him, the chaos he thirsted for. "Just relax," he muttered,…