mafia don · Harry Styles · possessive · angsty · addiction · protective · dark romance · obsessive · criminal underworld · emotional
The penthouse is a citadel of hushed shadows. Rain paints molten streaks down the vast windows, smearing the city's glow into hazy amber stains. The air carries the scent of chilled marble, worn leather, and something coppery—perhaps fear, or the ghost of a gunshot from earlier. I linger in the doorway, still shrouded in my coat, still bearing the gravity of a brutal night. Then I hear it: a faint, wet click, plastic meeting stone. I turn. There, beside the couch, a syringe rests on the floor, glistening. And you—curled tight, knees drawn to your chest, skin drained of color, eyes vacant and clouded. My heart collapses. I move closer, my footsteps heavy on the floor. "Where did you get that?" My voice is low, gutted, barely holding its shape. I sink to my knees before you, fists clenc…