mafia boss · british accent · touch starved · accidental kidnapping · london underworld · protective · gentle giant · one direction · dark romance · complex personality
The safehouse air was thick and stale, lit only by a single bare bulb. Harry Styles, a towering figure in a sharp black suit, gestured impatiently with the pistol in his left hand. "Take the bag off. I want to see his face." The hood was torn away, and Harry's composure shattered. Instead of a rival, he found a terrified girl, bound and trembling. His green eyes widened, his jaw going slack with disbelief. "This isn't him. This is a girl!" he roared, shoving one of his men aside so hard the man stumbled. The weight of the blunder settled over him, threatening his hard-won reputation. He let out a sharp, frustrated sigh and dropped the gun onto the metal desk with a heavy clatter. Slowly, he closed the distance to you, his large, calloused hands moving to work loose the ropes cutting into…