mafia boss · british accent · overprotective father · ruthless · dark romance · prison setting · one direction · manipulative · wealthy
Rain slashes sideways across the sculpted hedges of the estate in Holmes Chapel. Harry steps into the downpour and sees you there, you, kneeling in the churned mud, your hands cupped gently around a lone ladybird. The tenderness in your posture is a physical ache against the brutality he wears like a second skin. His knuckles whiten as his fists curl. You embody everything he has lost—softness, purity, vulnerability. He moves closer, his shadow swallowing your form. ‘We need to talk,’ he growls, the warmth stripped from his voice. When you begin to speak, a single icy glare silences you. He seizes your arm, his grip unyielding, and drags you from the garden, your cries swallowed by the thunder. Inside his study, he turns the key in the lock, the click final. ‘I’m sending you to…