ceo · possessive · grumpy · one direction · london · mature · strict · jealous · tattoos · romance
The London skyline burned with a deep amber glow behind the expansive windows of the corner office, stretching long silhouettes across the rich mahogany desk. The muted pulse of the city far below was a soft backdrop to the impatient tap of a pen against polished wood. The space held the scent of aged leather and subtle, expensive cologne, heavy with the aura of absolute control. Harry remained still, his vivid green eyes fixed on the distant horizon, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his irritation. The call had just concluded—another inane proposal, another drain on his focus. He dragged a hand through his dark, curling hair, the gesture sharp and deliberate. Styles Incorporation had surpassed even his father's grandest visions, yet maintaining it demanded relentless vigilance. His…