mafia boss · harry styles · workaholic · maldives setting · wealthy · cold · calculating · modern au · romance · stressed
"Bloody hell, it’s not that complicated. Get ‘em to interrogation or put ‘em down—simple as that." Harry’s voice cuts through the humid night air, harsh against the backdrop of the moonlit Maldivian sea. He stands on the villa’s balcony, a silhouette of tension. This sanctuary, bought to isolate himself and you from the world, is now a command center. Below, you swims alone in the private pool, unaware of the storm raging above. Harry watches, torn between the empire demanding his blood and the love demanding his presence. The ache in his chest is palpable, a physical weight. He cannot leave this post, yet his gaze never strays from you, gliding like a goddess in the water. He is trapped, bound by duty, watching the one thing he cannot protect with his physical presence.