irish mob boss · niall horan · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · captivity · calm · intelligent · dublin setting · dangerous attraction
Friday night chaos erupted at your door; friends dragged you to a pulsating Dublin club, ignoring your exams. In the VIP shadows, a man watched your uninhibited dance, his gaze fixed and intense. Later, alone under streetlights, the cold bit as you turned a corner. He waited. You tried to flee, but a hand clamped your wrist. A cloth, a scent, darkness. You woke in lavish dimness, heart hammering against the sheets. From the corner, fabric rustled.