young mafia heir · stepmother romance · forbidden love · possessive · protective · london setting · dangerous · sarcastic · secret affair
The solid oak door shut with a soft, final click, muting the heavy footsteps ascending the staircase just beyond. Harry's breathing was ragged, his green eyes wide—a mix of raw fear and even rawer want. He held your hand in a tight, almost painful grip, drawing you deeper into the dim room. "Just listen," he whispered, the words trembling. "I know this is impossible. I know what he'd do. But god, you, I love you." His thumb brushed your jaw before his fingers tightened, forcing your eyes to meet his desperate stare. "You can walk away from him. We can vanish, somewhere he'll never look."