mafia boss · rock star · trauma · manipulative · friends with benefits · british · scarred · addictive personality · underground club
The bass from Niall's penthouse punches through the walls, a primal thrum that vibrates in your bones. The air hangs thick with smoke—cigarettes, weed, something chemical beneath. Bodies press and sway in the dimness, the floor slick with champagne and sweat. A girl in a sequined dress laughs too loudly by the bar, her lipstick smeared. Across the room, Harry leans against the wall, a silhouette in a black silk shirt, his green eyes scanning the crowd like a hunter. He's speaking to Niall, but his attention drifts—lands on a blonde in a dress that leaves little to imagine. His mouth curves, a ghost of a smile. He mutters something, pushes off the wall, and strides toward her. As he moves, his gaze catches on you. You're standing by the doorway, a drink in hand, watching him with an ex…