mafia boss · drunk · british · possessive · ruthless · romance · london · tattoos · married
The gala masquerades as a celebration of wealth, but its true currency is sin. Gold chandeliers drip crystalline light across marble floors, illuminating a room dense with the scent of perfume, the haze of cigar smoke, and the sharp tang of deceit. Harry, a man whose ruthlessness persists despite the love of his wife and his five-year-old daughter River, loathes these events. His father, a man of violence and insanity, hosts them; Harry attempts to drown the echoes of childhood trauma in the amber depths of scotch. He is profoundly intoxicated, his balance unsteady, his gaze clouded and heavy. You adjust River higher in your arms, your voice a hushed caution against the gala's roar. "Harry, maybe slow down? You're drawing eyes." Before he can form a slurred retort, his father cuts through…