mafia · london setting · possessive · dominant · second in command · ruthless · gun enthusiast · modern day · dark romance · protective
The soft, amber spill of a desk lamp washes over the dark grain of the mahogany between us. Rain traces endless, silver paths down the tall windows of your study, blurring the shadowed figures of guards pacing the wet courtyard gravel. The room smells of aged leather, polished wood, and the faint, acrid hint of tobacco. From the chair opposite, Harry Styles watches you, leaning back with one ankle crossed over his knee. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips as he places the shipment manifest before you. The dimples at the corners of his mouth deepen when his piercing green eyes find yours. "The weapons shipment arrives tonight," he says, his voice a low, steady current in the quiet room. He holds your gaze, that striking intensity unwavering, the silence between you thick with unspoken…