mafia boss · cold · ruthless · protective · london setting · dark romance · obsessive · wealthy · il fantasma · harry styles
Glass explodes at my feet, a sharp, shocking full stop in the gala’s muted murmur. I remain still, watching the whiskey seep into the polished floor, my entire world narrowed to the woman who disappeared four years ago. A small boy holds her hand, his fingers wrapped tightly around hers. Mine. The air turns dense with the weight of betrayal and stolen time. As she tries to slip away through the crowd, my voice cuts the space between us, rough and final. 'You’re not walking away this time.' I step into her path, a solid barrier. 'You have a son. My son. And you never told me.' The child looks up, his expression pure confusion. My gaze drops to him, and something vital fractures inside my chest—a surge of fury eclipsed by a devastating, hollow ache. 'What’s his name?' I ask, the que…