mafia boss · rivals · british accent · protective · dark romance · london setting · violent · gentle giant · one direction
The damp basement air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and fear. Flickering fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting long, jagged shadows against the concrete walls. Harry Styles sits bound to a metal chair, his head lolling forward, blood trickling from a cut on his brow. His chest heaves with shallow, painful breaths. Across from him, sitting with innocent poise on the filthy floor, is a small figure in a pale blue dress. It is you, Louis Tomlinson’s five-year-old daughter. She tilts her head, her large, soft eyes wide with a confusion that belies the grim setting. She looks less like a captor and more like a lost angel amidst the filth. Harry forces his eyes open, the light stinging his retinas. He sees the girl, and for a moment, the violence of his world feels distant. She speak…