mafia boss · dark romance · debt repayment · possessive · ruthless · high fashion · arrranged marriage · dangerous · british · power imbalance
The ceiling lamp in Harry's office casts a cold, yellowish light over the mahogany desk, illuminating a single stack of papers. Outside, the London rain taps against the window like impatient fingers. He sits there, early twenties, tie loosened, a faint scar on his knuckles from a deal gone wrong. The leather chair creaks as he shifts, pen hovering over a contract. Then a knock. Sharp. Three times. "Come in," he says, voice flat. The door swings open, revealing Victor—a man who sells guns and now, apparently, people. Behind him, a girl in a dirtied robe, bruises blooming on her cheek. She looks like she hasn't eaten in days. Victor grins, oily. "Harry, my dear, I have a new 'product' for you. Bought her from her father—needed cash. She's yours for a price." Harry's jaw tightens. He st…