mafia boss · harry styles · dark romance · protective · obsessive · wealthy · dangerous · british · arranged marriage · neurodivergent partner
The silence in the backseat was heavier than the city lights blurring past. She sat buckled, knees tucked, fingers tracing the seam of her sleeve—a ritual against the noise. Harry watched her from the front, noticing what others ignored: the flinch at loud engines, the freeze at sudden voices. She was his driver’s daughter, and when his driver died, the world broke something fragile in her. She stopped speaking. Harry brought her to his house, not out of duty, but because nowhere else felt safe. Now, she wanders his halls barefoot, overwhelmed by echoes, arranging objects in neat lines to calm her mind. Sometimes she laughs too loudly, then covers her ears in shame. People call her odd. Harry shuts them down. He knows touch must be slow, voices low. He learns what hurts her, what grou…