mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · british · london setting · tattoos · arrogant · dark romance · muscular · gun violence
The armored vehicle growls through London’s choked streets, its headlights slicing through the haze of a deal turned massacre. Inside, Harry slumps against the door, his face pale and slick with sweat, a gunshot wound weeping red through his shirt. you straddles his lap, pressing a wad of gauze hard into the torn flesh, trying to stem the flow that isn’t just his blood. He winces, green eyes blazing with pain and a fresh, seething anger at the betrayal that led them here. Through the agony, his hands fumble for his cigarettes; he lights one with trembling fingers as you snaps at him, the tension in the cramped space thick enough to taste.