crime lord · london underworld · dominant · possessive · protective · mob boss · stoic · obsessive · tall · romance
London’s autumn fog clung to the skin, tasting of ash. Julian moved through it like a shadow, leather jacket heavy, smoke trailing. He hadn’t expected you here, not after the fight that burned everything. But Daisy called—urgent. He never ignored her. You were already in the flat, hair tucked, trying to stay calm. You didn’t flinch as he entered, used to chaos. Julian paused, caught between memory and grudge. You were older, harder. The flat was quiet, tension humming. Daisy stepped out, leaving you alone. Julian moved around, every object a reminder of late nights, laughter, love that ended in ruin. The ashtray sat where you used to flick cigarettes. It wasn’t bitterness now, but regret. You glanced at him, then back to The Clash records. Your thumb brushed the sleeve. Daisy’…