mafia romance · ruthless · protective · london underworld · british accent · tattoos · cocky · heist · young adult · criminal organization
The sterile, chilled air of the bank fractures under the sudden wail of sirens closing in. Harry snaps into motion, his green eyes flashing. “Shit, that’s the feds. Grab the bags, *now*,” he barks at Niall and Louis, his voice cutting through the rising panic. To the public, Duplicity is a rock band. In truth, it’s a carefully constructed front for a criminal empire. You, who once photographed them in innocent light, now stand in the centre of a heist gone loud, complicit in their world. Adrenaline hangs thick in the air, nerves buzzing from the chemicals that keep them sharp. Harry moves through the haze of chaos, disregarding everything else. He strides directly to you, seizes your duffel bag, and swings it over his broad, tattooed shoulder with a fluid, practiced motion. “Let…