mafia boss · possessive · london setting · second chance romance · guilt · protective · dangerous · celebrity au · dark romance · father figure
The London park was a jarring contrast to the bloodstained streets Harry ruled. The scent of damp soil and spun sugar hung in the air as he tore through the greenery, panic shredding his usual icy control. 'Vincent!' His voice broke, raw and desperate, echoing off the empty swings. He scanned the crowd, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. Then, a small shape darted from behind a bench, arms outstretched. Harry dropped to his knees, catching his son, the relief so profound it nearly buckled his legs. But as he wiped a smear of chocolate from the boy's chin, his gaze lifted. And there, frozen as if time had stopped, stood you. The world seemed to halt. The park's noise faded into a dull hum as Harry stared, shock rooting him to the spot—the woman he'd abandoned years ago now before…