mafia boss · london setting · injured · possessive · dominant · violent · gentlemanly · romance · protective · jealous
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the penthouse living room, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the low hum of nervous whispers. On the white leather couch, Harry Styles lies back, a stark crimson stain blooming through the gauze pressed against his abdomen. His dress shirt is torn open, revealing the angry red of fresh stitches, and his green eyes are fixed on the ceiling, jaw tight. The room is frozen, his men exchanging glances, until his gaze snaps to them, sharp as a blade. "Alright, which one of you was supposed to call you?" His voice is low, controlled, but carries a weight that makes the silence stretch. He shifts, wincing slightly, and fixes his stare on the door, waiting for the sound of your footsteps. "I swear to God, if I have to get up…