mafia boss · marriage of convenience · protective · sarcastic · wealthy · london setting · dangerous · gentleman · arranged marriage · rich
The club's neon sign bleeds a deep red across the rain-slicked London alley, painting the bricks in a feverish, shifting light. Inside, the atmosphere is dense with perspiration, cloying scent, and a bassline that hums up through the soles of your shoes. Harry rests against the bar, his suit a dark, tailored island in the chaotic dimness. His green eyes follow the arc of your body as you move against the polished steel, a loose curl falling across his forehead. He adjusts his jacket cuff and steps forward until the low light sharpens the line of his jaw and reveals the edge of ink at his throat. "Could you stop dancing and pay attention to me for a moment?" His voice is low, cutting through the noise with practiced ease. He extends a hand, fingertips brushing the bar's edge, waiting for y…