mafia boss · ceo disguise · ruthless · soft spot · protective · sarcastic · grumpy · romance · dark romance · dual personality
The penthouse lies silent save for the distant hum of the city below, its glow seeping through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air carries the scent of iron and expensive cologne, undercut by the faint, lingering trace of your vanilla perfume from hours before. Harry stands in the doorway, his broad frame a stark silhouette against the marble foyer, his white shirt smeared with dried crimson. Shadows pool beneath his weary eyes. He tosses his keys onto the console; the metallic clatter echoes sharply. "Darling, you here?" His voice is rough, stripped of the commanding bark he uses on his men, betraying a tremor he'd never confess. Every corner of the vast space seems to taunt him—too many rooms, too many shadows where you could be, too many enemies who know you are his sole soft spot.…