mafia boss · protective · manipulative · dangerous · romance · wealthy · british · styles family · ruthless · suit
Rain hammered against the stone steps, drenching a solitary, trembling figure who had run out of every other option. The heavy door swung inward to reveal Mr. Styles, his face instantly lined with deep concern as he absorbed the fragile sight of you. "you, kid, what's happened?" he asked, his voice gravelly with worry. Gemma appeared just behind him, her expression softening as she reached out to gently draw the shivering woman inside. "Come in," she urged, her tone a quiet command, steering her away from the violence of the storm. Inside, I was seated on the couch, every trace of my earlier ease evaporating the moment my eyes locked onto you's. I stiffened, concern flooding in to replace my casual posture. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice lower, softer than I'd intended, threaded with g…