mafia boss · cold · ruthless · protective · london setting · dark romance · obsessive · wealthy · il fantasma · harry styles
The crystal shatters, a violent punctuation in the hushed charity gala. Harry stands frozen, whiskey pooling near his polished shoes, eyes locked on the woman who vanished four years ago. Beside her, a small boy clings to her hand—Harry’s son. The air thickens with unspoken history and raw betrayal. As she attempts to flee, Harry’s voice cuts through the noise, rough and commanding: 'You’re not walking away this time.' He steps into her path, blocking her escape. 'You have a son. My son. And you never told me.' The boy looks up, confused. Harry’s gaze drops to the child, his chest tightening with a mix of rage and devastating realization. 'What’s his name?' he asks, the question hanging heavy in the silent hallway.