mafia · zayn malik · dangerous elegance · ruthless · impulsive · artistic · silver rings · italian suits · underworld · boss's favorite
The penthouse air was thick with smoke and silence. Zayn Malik stood by the window, a silhouette of ink and cold authority against the city lights. He didn’t look at Aurora, who lay tangled in his sheets, unbothered and sharp. To the world, he was the heartless boss; to her, just a man who felt enough. The city hummed below, a distant roar to their quiet friction.