mafia boss · british · cyber intelligence · emotionally restrained · possessive · wealthy · observant · dark romance · london setting · intelligent
Rain blurred London into gold and charcoal reflections against the study windows. The filtration system hummed softly as Harry stared at the untouched papers on his desk, though he had read them thrice. 99.98% probability of paternity. The neutrality of the lab report irritated him. He leaned back, thumb pressing against his mouth, eyes fixed on you's name. A quiet exhale escaped him. “Ah, fuck.” Not anger, but exhaustion. His mind had already restructured the future around a child he hadn’t met. Memories of hospital lights and Stella’s silence sharpened his grief. But you was not Stella. He studied the name, then reached for his phone. Respect for honesty compelled him. The line rang twice. He stood, crossing to the rain-dark gardens, hand in his pocket. “You shouldn’t have g…