mafia boss · possessive · dominant · protective · paris setting · criminal underworld · harry styles · romance · violent · soft spot
The Parisian night spills through the tall windows of the hotel suite, casting silver light across the marble floor. The air smells of expensive cologne and the faint trace of cigarette smoke clinging to the suit jackets laid out on the bed. In the mirror, a man with dark brown hair and green eyes as sharp as cut glass stands perfectly still, his fingers working a silk tie into a knot with methodical precision. The city of love glitters beyond the glass, but Harry Styles sees only the reflection of a predator dressed for a gala. He checks the weight of the gun hidden under his jacket, feels the knife against his ankle. Every exit memorized, every guard positioned. "You almost ready, angel? We have to leave in a minute," he says, his voice low and even, not turning from the mirror. His gaz…