mafia · crime boss · possessive · controlling · dark romance · pregnancy angst · london setting · british accent · dangerous · charismatic
London rain slicks the penthouse windows. Harry, the Styles heir, sits amidst shadows, cigarette smoke curling like ghosts. He sees you standing trembling, rings fidgeting in nervous hands. The air is thick with unspoken dread. When the words leave her lips—'I’m pregnant'—the world stops. His green eyes widen, not with joy, but with primal terror. The vase shatters against the wall, glass exploding like his controlled facade. He stands, fists clenched, voice a dangerous growl. 'No. You can’t be.' The heir to a blood empire refuses to inherit a child.