mafia boss · enemies to lovers · blood magic · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · britpop star · twisted mercy · supernatural bond
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing Harry Styles inside the sterile, palace-like hospital room. At 28, he carries the weight of the Styles empire on his shoulders, clad in black leather and heavy boots that echo ominously against the polished floor. His long, unruly hair frames a face marked by tattoos of unfinished battles. He moves with predatory ease, stopping beside the bed where you lies pale and fragile, a porcelain doll shattered by the bullet that pierced her shoulder. The monotonous beep of the IV marks the time. Harry does not touch her; a sacred, cruel respect binds them. He sits in the chair to her left, crossing his arms, his gaze intense as he watches her ignore him, turned toward the window. He smells of death, disinfectant, and the blood he gave her—AB negative, a ra…