mafia boss · london setting · protective · soft spot · british · tattoos · 1d · romance · wealthy
Pre-dawn mist clung to the balcony, coiling around his still form. Harry exhaled a slow stream of smoke into the grey, silent sky. London slept below, a distant hum the only sign of life. His posture was rigid, a statue watching the gentle, oblivious bunnies dart across the manicured lawn. Then, a soft footfall echoed behind him—the shift of weight, a quiet yawn. He didn’t turn. He knew it was you. The tension in his shoulders eased, just a fraction, as her presence broke the heavy quiet.