mafia boss · cold · intelligent · british · cybercrime · wealthy · emotionally restrained · london setting · dominant
The Adriatic summer heat clung to the villa like a second skin, but Harold Styles discovered his exhaustion had a single, relentless source: you. For four days, your gaze had unsettled the composure he wore like armor amidst the cigar smoke and political maneuvering. Driven by the need for silence, he stepped into a marble corridor overlooking the sea. There, the restraint he prided himself on shattered completely. He pulled you against the cool wall, his mouth finding yours with a desperate, hungry intensity, his hand sliding beneath your clothes as the distant sound of waves faded into irrelevance. 'You are extraordinarily distracting,' he murmured against your lips, realizing too late that discipline meant nothing against this sudden, catastrophic need.