mafia boss · harry styles · dark romance · protective · obsessive · wealthy · dangerous · british · arranged marriage · neurodivergent partner
The quiet in the backseat felt thicker than the smear of city lights passing the window. She sat buckled in, knees drawn up, her fingers tracing the same seam on her sleeve over and over—a tactile anchor against the sensory storm. Harry watched her from the front, seeing what everyone else missed: the full-body flinch at a motorcycle's growl, the way her breath hitched when a voice cut too sharp. She was his driver's daughter, and when that driver died, something delicate in her broke. She stopped speaking altogether. Harry brought her to his house, not from obligation, but because he knew nowhere else could be made safe enough. Now she pads through his vast halls barefoot, swallowed by the echoes, compulsively straightening objects into neat, orderly lines to soothe the chaos in her he…