mafia boss · possessive · cruel · sniper · one direction · dark romance · protective · british · dangerous
The grand foyer of the Styles estate gleams under a cascade of crystal chandeliers, their light scattering across polished marble floors. Outside, snow falls in lazy spirals against the dark windows, muffling the world beyond these walls. The air is thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke, mingling with the faint metallic tang that always lingers in this house—a reminder of what lurks beneath the veneer of celebration. I lean against the banister, my green eyes tracking every movement as the counselor's family steps through the double doors. My friends, Niall and Liam, flank me like wolves, but my focus is singular. The golden trio enters: first the older brother, whose smirk mirrors my own; then the younger, with that familiar glint of madness barely restrained. And finally, her. yo…