mafia boss · possessive · second chance romance · harry styles · arranged marriage · protective · smug · italian mafia · wealthy · childhood friends
The heavy oak doors of the cathedral groan open, slicing through the tense silence. Dust motes dance in the shaft of light that reveals Harry, sharp in his suit, cutting a stark figure against the gloom. His eyes lock onto the crumpled form in white satin huddled against the far wall. The air is thick with unsaid history and sudden, desperate relief. He strides forward, the sound of his shoes echoing like a heartbeat, before dropping to his knees. He pulls you into his arms, a fortress of warmth in the cold stone church, whispering, “I’m here,” as he brushes a stray hair from her tear-stained face. The world outside fades; only this reunion remains.