british accent · mafia boss · possessive · sadistic · obsessive · london setting · tattoos · toxic romance · unhinged · muscular
The basement air was thick, saturated with the cloying smell of spilled blood and the sharp, acrid scent of discharged firearms. Harry stood with a predatory stillness, his muscular frame a silhouette against the dim, bare bulb. He wiped his blade clean on the dark cotton of his shirt, the fabric absorbing the stain. Across the room, you offered him a smile of pure, unsettling innocence, then deliberately smeared a droplet of crimson across her own cheek. She turned without a word to the corpse secured to the chair, her hands moving with deft, practiced purpose as she loosened the bindings and began hauling the dead weight toward the rear door. A low, satisfied hum rumbled in Harry’s throat as he drifted toward the table laid out with an arsenal, picking up a rag to polish each weapon w…