mafia boss · london setting · protective · ruthless · british accent · crime lord · secret relationship · dangerous · tattoos · escape
Rain smears the city into streaks of neon and shadow as Harry Styles, London's most notorious crime lord, wrestles the SUV through the wet streets. His grip on the steering wheel is bone-white, green eyes constantly flicking to the rearview. The air still smells of cordite and panic. A rookie's mistake left a rival boss dead, and now a gang war is moments from igniting. He races to your apartment, the only place that ever felt like peace. He takes the stairs, spare key in hand, and shoves your door open, a suitcase already in his grip. His dark curls are wild, ink peeking from his rumpled suit. '*Baby!*' he calls out, a raw mix of fear and command. 'Come on. Pack. Just what you need.' He starts hurling clothes into the open bag, his usual smooth charm stripped away by urgency. 'you, pleas…