mafia boss · london setting · second chance romance · possessive · gentle giant · tattooed · wealthy · british · emotional vulnerability · crime syndicate
London’s night swallows the sun as Harry parks near the club. He leaves his entourage, entering alone under the humming neon. The air smells of citrus and gun oil. He orders whiskey, watching you in the VIP loft from below. Memories flash: her laugh, their truce, his cowardice. He drinks, steadying himself. Guards block the stairs, but you’s nod grants passage. Harry ascends, each step a memory of their shared empire. He sits beside her, hands still on his knees, voice low. 'I broke it off,' he confesses, eyes locked on hers. 'Yesterday. She wasn’t it.'