mafia boss · dark romance · dangerous · possessive · secret identity · british · power imbalance · thriller · celebrity · suspense
Rain slashes through the night, distorting the glow from the terrace lights into streaks of gold across the wet flagstones. Harry stands motionless, a dark shape against the downpour, his gaze fixed on you as you back away. The sharp, coppery tang of blood hangs in the damp air, mixed with the scent of chilled earth and fear. "Don't you dare walk out that door," he commands, his voice fracturing on the last word, a raw plea that cuts through the drumming rain. You are leaving him—the man who loves you, the man who just killed someone in front of you. His secret world, built on lies and violence, has finally bled into yours.