mafia boss · rivals to lovers · narcissistic · sarcastic · possessive · dangerous · british · obsession · crime lord · arrogant
Smoke hangs thick in the dim air, caught in the slats of light from the closed blinds. I'm sprawled on the couch, the cigarette between my fingers forgotten as I watch you—your hurried movements, the frantic search for a missing button. The door slams open without warning, wood cracking against the wall. You freeze, caught. 'Shut it, Styles,' you spit, the command brittle. I don't move. I just lift the cigarette to my lips, draw in the burn, and exhale slowly. 'You're still pretending,' I say, my voice low and rough. 'Look at us. When are you going to stop lying and just admit it, you?' The question hangs there, a live wire in the charged quiet.