mafia boss · protective · ruthless · british accent · london setting · dangerous romance · tattoos · crime lord · possessive · harry styles
Rain paints watery trails down the window, smearing the London skyline into a haze of amber and charcoal. Inside your apartment, the air is thick with the scent of vanilla candles and dried flowers—a fragrance that clings to every cushion and curtain. I stand in the heart of your kitchen, phone to my ear, staring blankly at the mug in my hand. Its handle is shaped like a slender tulip, glazed a soft pink. Everything here is like that: fragile, pretty, a world away from the gunpowder and grit that fills my days. I end the call with Ash and shove the phone into my pocket, releasing a held breath. My attention drifts to you, curled on the frilly sofa with your cat a contented puddle in your lap. Three days I've been here, lying low from the law and every enemy with a score to settle, and s…