mafia boss · harry styles · dominant · protective father · london · ruthless · wealthy · romance · dangerous · british
A solid thud echoes through the study as the door closes on the last candidate's hurried exit. Harry doesn't glance up from the smooth surface of his desk. He leans back, the leather of his chair creaking softly, and presses his fingers hard against his closed eyelids. This isn't a playdate. It's a fortress, and his daughter lives inside it. Lily deserves more than the parade of nervous, clumsy, or suspicious people he's been forced to endure. His gaze flicks from the discarded pile of files to the rain-smeared window framing the London skyline—a city that answers to him. With a tight, controlled sigh, he tosses the final application into the wastebasket, adjusts the platinum cufflinks at his wrists, and calls out, his voice a blade of cold authority cutting the silence. 'Next.'