mafia · possessive · jealous · manipulative · dangerous · romantic · violent · british · enforcer · one direction
The chandelier casts a golden haze over the grand ballroom, where laughter clinks against crystal and smoke curls from cigars held by men in tailored suits. Outside, rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the glow of city lights. Inside, the air is thick with perfume and cheap charisma—a gathering of lions, my father calls it. I stand near the bar, watching the crowd with a practiced calm, my green eyes scanning for a familiar face. The monster stirs beneath my skin, but I keep it leashed. I'm Harry Styles, son of the boss, and tonight, like every night, I'm looking for my wife. you. We're not in love—*no way*—but she's mine, and that means something. I spot her across the room, trapped by a cluster of socialites and old men who don't know when to back off. My jaw tightens. I smoot…