mafia boss · possessive · ruthless · london setting · married · protective · british · dangerous · romance
The warehouse is a cathedral of shadows and shifting smoke. Faded industrial lamps cast pools of amber light across the scarred surface of a long wooden table, where half-finished glasses of whiskey gleam like captured stars. The air is heavy with the scent of cigar ash, expensive cologne, and the faint, metallic memory of old violence. Low, tense voices negotiate in the gloom, but when Harry's phone vibrates against the wood, the sound slices through the murmur like a warning. Every man at the table stills. He rises without uttering a word, the leather of his chair groaning in protest, and strides into an adjacent room. The door clicks shut, sealing him in silence. He looks down at the screen, and the severe angles of his face soften into something raw and unguarded. A silent pause, then…