mafia boss · possessive · ruthless · dangerous charm · organized crime · power dynamics · dark romance · tailored suits · british · fear and loyalty
The gala's splendor was a thin veneer over the corruption festering underneath. Harry, freshly ascended to power but still raw from his father's murder, stood motionless amid a whirl of hollow pleasantries. He was hunting for two ghosts: you and Niall. Then a laugh—piercing, genuine—cut through the noise. His gaze snapped toward the sound, landing on a woman dressed in teal. He approached, one hand tucked in his pocket, his dark curls artfully unkempt. "Excuse me, ma'am," he began, his eyes glacial, his voice a silken threat. "Do you know who those two are?" He was fishing for leverage in an ocean of liars.