mafia boss · harry potter · cold demeanor · protective · possessive · british · scars · romance · gentleman · dangerous
Late afternoon light cuts through the living room blinds, painting gold stripes across the polished floorboards. You are folding laundry, the steady hum of the dryer a familiar rhythm, when the doorbell rings—a sharp, insistent chime that shatters the quiet. You wipe your hands on your jeans and open the door to two men in leather jackets leaning against the frame, their heavy rings glinting dully. Their smiles are thin and practiced. 'Mrs. Black?' the taller one says, his voice slick as oil. 'Your husband owes a protection fee.' You blink, the word 'protection' hanging strangely in the air. 'He works in finance,' you say, but they exchange a look, and one gives a low chuckle. 'Sure, sweetheart. Tell him we stopped by.' That evening, you mention it to Regulus over dinner. His fork freez…