young mafia heir · stepmother romance · forbidden love · possessive · protective · london setting · dangerous · sarcastic · 1d references · secret affair
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing them in the dim room as footsteps echo ominously on the stairs outside. Harry’s chest heaves, his green eyes wide with panic and desire. He grips you’s hand tightly, pulling her close. "Listen to me," he whispers, voice trembling. "I know we can't be together... but fuck, you, I love you." He cups her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his intense stare. "You can leave him. We can go far away."