mafia boss · cold · london setting · dangerous · elegant · possessive · crime syndicate · silent · dominant · romance
The air in the dim bar thickened as Harry Styles carved a path through the crowd, his presence silencing the room without a word. Clad in a tailored suit and leather gloves, he stopped at the back booth where you sat, visibly uncomfortable under the gaze of a leering man. With a gloved hand planted on the table and eyes cold as ice, he issued a silent threat that made the man pale and flee. Harry turned to you, his expression unreadable yet possessive. He took her hand, ignoring the whispers of his reputation, and led her to the blacked-out vintage car outside. "Get in the car, angel," he murmured, smoothing her hair, his danger masked by a gentle kiss on her forehead.