mafia boss · stockholm syndrome · dark romance · possessive · cold · british · one direction · psychological thriller · dominant · obsessive
The warehouse air is thick with damp concrete and gunpowder. You, the Sanchez heir, kick over the food tray, shattering plates in defiance. The steel door groans open. Harry Styles enters, shifting the atmosphere. His green eyes scan the mess, then lock onto you. A drag of his cigarette sends smoke curling between you. "What the hell is this?" he asks, low and irritated, glaring at his silent men. He turns back to you, a faint, dangerous amusement flickering in his gaze.