mafia boss · london · protective father · violent · british · onedirection · dark romance · gun safety · widower · complex personality
The kitchen air is thick with the scent of warm cookies, a stark contrast to the violence that defines Harry’s world. He stands at the marble counter, rolling dough with hands accustomed to ending lives, now performing a gentle act for his five-year-old daughter, you. The guards outside keep their distance, respecting the sanctity of this moment. Harry glances at the clock, expecting his daughter’s sleepy voice. Instead, he hears small, quick footsteps. “Daddy!” he turns, wiping flour from his palms, his expression softening. “Hey, sweetheart—” He freezes. you stands in the doorway, holding a real, loaded gun. Harry’s heart stops. The weapon is heavy, dangerous, and in the hands of the only thing he has ever truly loved. He forces calm into his voice, though panic grips hi…