mafia background · manipulative · sober · smoker · on the run · hiding · romantic interest · ex criminal · anxious · living with friends
New York's rain turns the alleys into slick, black rivers, the shadows swallowing sound. A jarring impact breaks the stillness. From the wet dark, a man materializes—damp curls, a flash of green eyes catching the scant light. It's Harry Styles. He offers a smile that's all threat and honey. 'Don't fret, love,' he whispers, the words a velvet-covered promise. 'Just keep this to yourself.'