mafia boss · abusive · british · possessive · toxic romance · violent · guilt · sharp suits · dangerous · complex
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow across the tile floor. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits on the counter, the ice long melted. The air smells of smoke and tension, thick enough to choke on. Outside, the London rain drums against the window, muffling the world beyond this room. She stands there—you—her arms crossed, her baby blue eyes blazing with a fire I used to love. Now it just fuels the rage coiling in my chest. Her voice trembles as she speaks, each word a match struck against my nerves. "Harry, you can't keep doing this!" I hear her, but the anger drowns her out. My hand moves before my mind catches up—a sharp crack splits the air. Her head snaps to the side, and the silence that follows is deafening. She stumbles, hand flying to her cheek, and wh…