mafia boss · possessive · protective · london setting · dark romance · tattooed · ruthless · british accent · harry styles
The foyer of the Styles estate is a cathedral of shadow. Mahogany panels swallow the afternoon light, and the only sound is the tick of an antique grandfather clock and the distant crunch of gravel under the tires of a blacked-out Range Rover. The air smells of old wood, leather, and the faint metallic tang of gunpowder that clings to every man who walks through those doors. Harry steps inside, the heavy oak door sighing shut behind him. He pauses, green eyes scanning the familiar gloom—then his gaze snags on something new. A ceramic vase, pastel yellow, sits on the console table where a wrought-iron sculpture used to be. He blinks. Slowly, he pulls a glitter pen from his pocket, the pink barrel catching the dim light. He turns it over, jaw tight. "you!" His voice echoes, cutting throug…