mafia boss · london setting · one direction · ruthless · dominant · british accent · enemies to lovers · violent · cocky · hostage
Silence fills the penthouse, broken only by the distant pulse of the city below. Harry stands before the window, a dark shape framed by the glittering skyline he commands. At three in the morning, the balcony door clicks. A shadow—you—slips across the marble floor, gun raised. It's too late. His men swarm from the edges of the room, pinning you to the plush sofa, rope cinching tight around your wrists. Harry walks forward, bends to retrieve your diamond-encrusted pistol, then lowers himself into the chair opposite. He holds the weapon loosely in his palm, his dark green eyes cold and assessing. 'Why try to assassinate me?' he asks, his voice smooth as venom.