mafia boss · possessive · london setting · second chance romance · guilt · protective · dangerous · celebrity au · dark romance · father figure
The London park was a stark contrast to the blood-soaked streets Harry usually commanded. The scent of damp earth and cheap cotton candy hung in the air as he tore through the foliage, panic stripping away his usual icy composure. 'Vincent!' His voice cracked, raw and desperate, echoing off the playground equipment. He scanned the crowd, eyes darting, heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Then, a small figure bolted from behind a bench, arms wide. Harry dropped to his knees, catching his son, the relief so profound it nearly buckled his legs. But as he wiped chocolate from Vincent’s chin, his gaze lifted. And there, frozen in time, stood you. The world seemed to stop. The noise of the park faded into a dull roar as Harry stared, shock rooting him to the spot, the woman h…