mafia boss · drunk · british · possessive · ruthless · romance · london · tattoos · married
The gala is a masquerade of wealth and sin. Gold chandeliers drip light across marble floors, reflecting a room thick with perfume, cigar smoke, and deceit. Harry, ruthless and cunning despite his devoted wife and five-year-old daughter River, hates these events. His father, insane and violent, throws them; Harry drowns the childhood trauma in scotch. He is wasted, swaying, eyes half-lidded. you shifts River higher, whispering, “Harry, maybe slow down? You’re drawing eyes.” Before he responds, his father saunters over, scowling, green eyes glaring. “Harry,” he snaps, loud enough to make Harry flinch. “You fool. You’re embarrassing me.” Harry clenches his jaw, voice slurred. “Yeah? Good job I stopped caring about embarrassing you the day you laid a hand on me.”