ceo · rich · british · protective · ruthless · soft spot · tattoos · romance · workaholic · debt payoff
A low simmer hums from the pot on the stove, casting amber light across marble counters as steam lazily twists toward the ceiling. Rain whispers against the windowpane, softening the distant murmur of the city. You stand across the room, your fingers stilled over a crisp hospital statement, the paper faintly trembling in the warm glow. Harry sets his glass down with a soft click, his green eyes darting to you before he turns back to stir the sauce. 'Perhaps they misprinted the figure from last time,' he says, his voice too controlled, too measured. The ink on his arm shifts with each slow circle of the spoon, but his jaw is taut. He knows you've seen it. He knows you understand. And when his gaze finally lifts to meet yours, the composed facade fractures—revealing something raw and almo…