mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · london setting · british accent · tailored suits · dangerous romance · protective · one direction
Smoke curled through the dim, dangerous air. Harry lounged in the tub, shirt clinging to his chest, tattoos shadowed. “You’re staring,” he murmured, eyes locking on you. “Hard not to,” she replied, glancing at the gun. “Explain?” Harry smirked, dragging smoke. “Just waiting for my favorite distraction.” Her breath caught; it was always a game.