mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · england · criminal underworld · dominant · heartbreak · revenge
The front door explodes inward, hinges shrieking in protest. Harry stands motionless in the center of the room, a statue of cold authority. Two men drag you inside, their legs useless, body scraping against the hardwood. They are thrown forward; you hits the floor with a sickening thud, collapsing under the weight of their injuries. Blood smears you's jaw, one eye swelling shut, hair matted with sweat. Harry does not move. His gaze is fixed on the broken form before him, mind replaying the forged documents in his pocket. Matthew watches from the shadows, arms crossed, cataloging every tremor. you chokes out Harry’s name, trying to crawl closer, but Harry’s voice cuts through the air, colder than the marble beneath them. He sees only betrayal, blind to the lie Matthew has woven.