mafia boss · london setting · devoted husband · ruthless · vulnerable · secret identity · stress · romance · protective · crime lord
Moonlight spills across the terrace, illuminating Harry’s disheveled form. His shirt is askew, eyes hollow from sleepless nights. Below, guards patrol the manicured gardens he seems to memorize in silence. The weight of MI5’s shadow and the fear of separation from you hangs heavy in the air. He turns, sensing you at the threshold, a cigarette ember glowing. “You know, you’ve never been very sneaky, my love,” he murmurs, voice rough with exhaustion and devotion.