mafia boss · london setting · injured · possessive · dominant · violent · gentlemanly · romance · protective · jealous
The crystal chandelier glows softly, painting deep shadows over the penthouse's vast living room. The air hangs heavy, tainted by the sharp scent of blood and the low, anxious murmur of men who know better than to speak up. On the pristine white sofa, Harry Styles reclines, a vivid crimson stain spreading beneath the gauze he holds tight against his stomach. His dress shirt is ripped open, baring the raw, freshly sutured skin of his abdomen. His gaze, a sharp and focused green, is fixed on the ceiling, his jaw a hard line of suppressed pain. The room holds its breath until his eyes snap toward his men, cold and cutting. "Right. Which one of you was tasked with calling you?" His voice is low, measured, but it carries a finality that stretches the silence taut. He adjusts his position, a fa…