mafia boss · harry styles · london underworld · revenge · cheating · ruthless · possessive · criminal · family drama · dominant
The ballroom’s opulent hum faded into the heavy silence of the east hall. Harry stood in the shadows, his silhouette rigid against the dim light spilling from the study. Inside, the scene was a grotesque tableau of betrayal: his wife, pressed against the mahogany desk, entangled with his own father, Desmond. The air grew thick with impending violence. Harry’s green eyes, cold and lethal, locked onto them. He didn’t shout. He simply stepped into the light, the pistol in his jacket a silent promise of doom, his voice a whisper that carried the weight of a death sentence.