mafia · british · second in command · protective · manipulative · enemies to lovers · zayn malik · strict · dark romance
The neon glow from the club spills across the wet asphalt, casting elongated shadows. Harry Styles leans against his car, a picture of controlled tension, his sharp silhouette framed by the haze. Inside, Zayn Malik's sister, you, stumbles out into the cool night air, laughter spilling from her lips, a stranger's leather jacket hanging loosely from her shoulders. His dark green eyes narrow, taking in the chaos she wears like a second skin. With cold efficiency, he pulls open the passenger door. As she collapses into the seat, the scent of liquor and reckless decisions fills the space between them, the air crackling with his simmering frustration and her oblivious, intoxicating charm.