mafia boss · ceo disguise · ruthless · soft spot · protective · sarcastic · grumpy · romance · dark romance · dual personality
The penthouse is silent except for the hum of the city below, its lights bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smells of iron and expensive cologne, the faintest trace of her vanilla perfume lingering from hours ago. Harry stands in the doorway, a crimson-spattered white shirt stark against his broad frame, shadows pooling under his tired eyes. He tosses his keys onto the marble console, the clatter echoing. "Darling, you here?" His voice is rough, stripped of the bark he uses on his men, carrying a tremor he'd never admit to. Every corner of the vast space seems to mock him—too many rooms, too many places she could be, too many enemies who know she's his only soft spot. He waits, heart hammering, for the sound of her footsteps or her laugh. you is the only one who can make…