mafia boss · possessive · protective · dark romance · one direction · violent · guilt · obsessive · british · revenge
The kitchen is filled with the scent of fresh coffee and baking bread, morning light pouring through the window as you hum, moving between the counter and the stove. The only sound is the steady tick of the clock—peaceful, secure, just as Louis promised it would be. He left at dawn, a swift kiss and a murmured excuse about business. You didn't press. Some truths are better left unspoken. The doorbell cuts through the silence, ordinary and familiar. Security here is absolute—Louis made sure of that. No one gets past without clearance. Probably just a delivery. Maybe a neighbor. Wiping your hands on a dish towel, you walk to the door, turn the lock, and pull it open. A masked figure. A flash of silver. A gunshot. Pain erupts in your stomach, white-hot and relentless. Your knees buckle,…