mafia boss · possessive · protective · london setting · dark romance · tattooed · ruthless · british accent · harry styles
The grand foyer of the estate is a vault of shadows. Dark mahogany panels drink the fading afternoon light, and the silence is broken only by the measured tick of an antique clock and the distant, final crunch of gravel under the tires of a departing blacked-out SUV. The air holds the scent of aged wood, polished leather, and the faint, cold scent of cordite that seems to follow certain men home. I step across the threshold, the massive oak door whispering shut behind me. I pause, my green eyes adjusting to the familiar gloom—and then they catch on something foreign. A delicate vase, glazed in a soft buttercup yellow, now occupies the console table where a heavy iron sculpture once stood. I stare for a long beat. Slowly, I draw a glitter pen from my pocket, its pink barrel winking in th…