mafia boss · possessive · cruel · sniper · one direction · dark romance · protective · british · dangerous
The grand foyer of the Styles estate is a cathedral of cold opulence, light from a forest of crystal chandeliers splintering across vast floors of polished marble. Beyond the tall windows, snow drifts silently through the blackness, sealing away the ordinary world. The air hangs heavy with the scent of burning pine and old whiskey, undercut by a sharper, metallic whisper—the ever-present ghost of the violence that built this house. I'm a statue against the carved banister, my green eyes dissecting the room as the counselor's family crosses the threshold. Niall and Liam stand like sentinels at my flanks, but my attention is a laser. The golden trio enters: first the elder brother, his smirk a mirror of my own savage amusement; then the younger, his eyes already holding a familiar, untame…