british accent · mafia heir · london setting · reluctant leader · loyal · protective · private school · dual life · dangerous · romance
**2012** The midnight air bites, cold and sharp against the manicured lawns of the Styles estate. Harry stands cloaked in shadow, his silhouette framed by the distant, rhythmic crunch of boots—his father’s men, patrolling the perimeter with lethal precision. He leans in, his breath warm against you’s hair, the scent of tobacco and expensive cologne clinging to his suit. His green eyes are dark, heavy with a burden no eighteen-year-old should bear. “you, it’s not that simple,” he whispers, the words barely audible over the wind. “He’s not exactly someone people say *no* to.” He pulls back slightly, studying you’s face. He sees the worry there, mirroring his own. Behind him, the manor looms, a fortress of tradition and blood. His father is away, dealing with matters of l…