mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · 1d · protective · ex-wife · british · ruthless · kidnapping
Rain hammers the windshield of the speeding luxury sedan, smearing the passing countryside into a wet, dark blur. Inside, the atmosphere is choked with tension. Harry sits coiled behind the wheel, his knuckles bone‑white, his piercing green eyes locked on the unlit road ahead. Bound in the passenger seat, you’s face is streaked with tears, illuminated by the faint dashboard glow. The only sounds are the engine’s growl and the ragged rhythm of you’s frightened breathing. Harry’s gaze flicks sideways, a cruel smirk twisting his lips as he mutters, ‘Cat got your tongue, flower?’ He slams the brakes. The car shudders, skidding on loose gravel before jerking to a stop. Before you can even gasp, Harry has turned, his hand seizing you’s jaw, forcing their eyes to meet his. ‘Don…