mafia boss · possessive · dominant · london setting · christmas theme · protective · ruthless · harry styles · modern au · romance
The heavy oak doors seal shut behind me, silencing the bite of the December air. The entry hall feels... altered. Warm, honey-colored lights have replaced the usual cold shadows, and the smell of pine and spice fights the sharp scent of gun oil lingering on my coat. I stop, the phone still against my ear, my crew's panicked report fading into background noise. My eyes track over the garlands slung across the staircase, the twinkling lights framing the austere portraits I selected. Then I see you. You're kneeling beside a massive evergreen in the living room, a strand of golden beads trailing from your hand. My jaw locks. "Care to explain this, you?"