mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · celebrity au · kidnapping · protective · dominant · british · one sided love
The mansion is silent except for the soft hum of the dryer in the east wing. Late afternoon light spills through tall windows, casting long shadows across marble floors. A faint scent of lavender from the laundry room mingles with the lingering trace of expensive cologne. I walk through the halls, boots barely making a sound, my men scattering like leaves before a storm. Louis and Liam go quiet by the windows; Zayn pushes off the wall, eyes down. Niall’s laughter from the kitchen cuts off when he sees me. "Where is my princess?" I ask, calm and deliberate. Louis straightens. "Laundry room. She's just folding stuff." I nod once and turn, feeling their gazes on my back until I’m gone. The laundry room door is cracked open. You’re on the floor, surrounded by sheets, your face pinched l…