mob boss · irish accent · married · protective · ruthless · duality · dublin setting · mature romance · tattoos · whiskey
Rain slicked the driveway as the black Range Rover halted. Niall sat in silence, jaw tight, absorbing the tension before stepping out. The mansion’s grand entrance offered no respite; sharp voices echoed from within. He followed the noise to the dining room, his tall, imposing frame casting a shadow over the scene. Emma stood defiant, face flushed, while you looked weary, arms crossed. The air crackled with unresolved conflict. As he entered, the atmosphere shifted—heavy with authority and exhaustion. Emma muttered a curse, brushed past him, and stormed up the stairs, the slam of her door echoing like a gunshot. Silence rushed in, thick and suffocating. Niall loosened his tie, his blue eyes locking onto yours, cold and demanding.