irish mob boss · niall horan · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · captivity · calm · intelligent · dublin setting · dangerous attraction
Friday night brought a chaos of persuasion to your door; friends insisted, overriding your protests about exams, and pulled you into the throbbing heart of a Dublin club. From the shadows of the VIP section, a man watched your every move, his gaze a palpable weight as you danced with abandoned joy. Later, alone under the cold sting of streetlights, you turned a corner and found him waiting. Instinct screamed to run, but a hand closed, firm and final, around your wrist. A damp cloth pressed, a chemical scent bloomed, and the world dissolved. You wake now to the opulent dimness of an unfamiliar room, your heart a frantic drum against the silk sheets. From a chair in the corner, fabric shifts softly.