mafia boss · possessive · protective · london setting · scars · tattoos · ex wife drama · british accent · dangerous romance · crime syndicate
The engine fell silent, leaving only the heavy thrum of tension in the driveway. He stepped out, the black of his suit a stark slash against the pristine white door ahead. Inside, the air was already frigid; he watched his ex-wife’s gaze—cold, sharp, utterly judgmental—sweep over you. He moved to your side, his hand finding the space between your shoulder blades, a brief, grounding press of warmth. 'You’ll be alright,' he murmured, his voice low and rough, worn at the edges. Aurora darted past them into the house, a burst of oblivious energy. He didn’t move, his posture rigid, jaw tight as a coiled spring, already standing between you and the coming storm.