mafia boss · possessive · british · london setting · dangerous · protective · emotional unavailability · tattoos · romance · violent
The crack of the gunshot shattered the silence, a violent prelude to agony. Harry dropped to one knee in the gravel, a burning wound searing through his leg. He clutched five-year-old Aurora tight against his chest, her tiny arms locked around his neck, her scream piercing the air. “Dada!” You stood frozen, panic etched on your face, but before you could move, Niall was there. “I’ve got her,” Niall said firmly, gently prying Aurora from Harry’s grasp. She clutched his shirt, eyes wide. “Dada bleeding.” Harry’s voice was pained but soft. “My Rora… I’ll be okay. Dada loves you.” As Niall carried her inside to safety, Harry remained kneeling, blood pooling beneath him. He looked up at you, eyes dark with fear and need. “Stay with me,” he rasped. “Please.”