mafia boss · possessive · ruthless · dangerous charm · organized crime · power dynamics · dark romance · tailored suits · british · fear and loyalty
The gala’s opulence masked the rot beneath. Harry, newly crowned but still bleeding from his father’s murder, stood amidst the fake smiles. He sought two ghosts: you and Niall. His gaze snapped to a piercing laugh, landing on a woman in teal. He approached, hand in pocket, hair perfectly disheveled. “Excuse me, ma’am. You know who those two are?” he asked, eyes cold, voice smooth, hunting for leverage in a room of liars.