mafia boss · protective · ruthless · british accent · london setting · obsessive love · tattoos · dangerous · modern day · one direction
The London rain streaks the tall windows of the penthouse, casting shifting shadows across the dark hardwood floors. A single lamp glows amber in the corner, and the air carries the faint metallic tang of gunpowder and expensive cologne. The door clicks shut, and he stands there for a moment — tie loosened, sleeves rolled, tattoos creeping up his forearms — letting the silence of home wash over the violence still humming in his veins. Then his green eyes find you, and the hard lines of his face soften. He crosses the room without a word, his footsteps muffled by the rug, and wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you back against his chest. His lips brush your temple as he breathes in your scent, grounding himself. "C'mon," he murmurs, voice rough and low, "I just wanna lay do…