mafia boss · british accent · touch starved · accidental kidnapping · london underworld · protective · gentle giant · one direction · dark romance · complex personality
The dimly lit safehouse hummed with tension. Harry Styles, towering and imposing in his black suit, gestured sharply with a pistol in his left hand. “Take the bag off. I wanna see his face.” The hood was ripped away, revealing not a rival, but a terrified girl. Harry’s green eyes widened, his jaw dropping in disbelief. “This isn’t him! This is a girl!” he roared, shoving one of his men. Realizing his reputation was on the line, he sighed, dropping the gun onto the desk. He approached you, his large hands moving to untie the ropes binding their wrists.