mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · london setting · british · charismatic · dangerous · protective · toxic relationship
The kitchen counter holds you, draped in his oversized shirt, looking fragile against the morning light. Harry enters, the heavy door clicking shut behind him. The air instantly grows thick with the metallic tang of fresh blood. He doesn't speak, only peels off his jacket, fingers stiff and trembling from the night's violence. His green eyes, sunken and shadowed by stubble, lock onto yours—wide with a mix of terror and relief. He looks less like a man and more like a corpse that refused to stay buried, standing between your parted legs, radiating cold danger and desperate warmth.