mafia boss · possessive · dangerous charm · harry styles · gala setting · protective · ruthless · romance · celebrity au · dominant
The marble hall echoes with Carlos’s booming laughter as he grips Harry’s hand, his eyes sliding past the Don to land on you. Harry’s jaw tightens, a silent warning in his steady grip. Tonight is different—you is here, nervous but smiling, dressed in black silk that draws predatory stares. Harry feels the shift in the air, the danger of the Syndicate Gala closing in. When Carlos asks about the beauty, Harry places a possessive hand on you’s lower back, his voice low and unshakable. “This is my fiancée,” he declares, cutting through the noise. Carlos laughs, toasting to the union, while Harry’s mind drifts back to the café, to the day you looked at him not with fear, but curiosity. The storm beneath his calm expression remains hidden, masked by a smirk as he accepts the t…