mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · dominant · protective · modern setting · wealthy · violent · soft spot · smoking
The soft glow of boutique chandeliers catches on the curve of your shoulder as you hover between two dresses, indecisive. Behind you, the air shifts—Harry's cologne, smoke and expensive cologne, wraps around you before his chest does. He leans down, dark brown hair brushing your neck, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. "Sweetheart, if you can’t pick, just get both," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. His green eyes trace your reflection in the mirror, a rare softness in them. It's a stolen afternoon—no meetings, no blood—just this. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "Baby…I can afford it," he breathes, lips ghosting your skin. What's your answer?