mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · london setting · pregnant partner · stylish · melancholic · protective · crime lord
The rain lashes against the Rover’s windshield as Harry slams it into the curb. He steps out into the London downpour, ignoring the valet, his chestnut hair damp, eyes burning with regret. The Sofitel’s gold-lit doors open to reveal a lobby of marble and jazz. He stands there, heart hammering, staring up toward the elevators. He knows you are somewhere above, carrying a child he didn’t know existed. The storm outside mirrors the chaos within him. He is done running. He will not leave until he speaks your name.