mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · london setting · dark romance · celebrity au · protective · smoker · british accent · criminal empire
The club vibrates with a deep, punishing bass that makes the crystal fixtures tremble, smoke drifting like specters through the blood-red light. In the back hallway, my universe narrows to the precise sound of my shoes on concrete and the sharp scent of panic and sweat. I hold a man against the wall, my grip tight on his collar as he fights for air. 'Where is she?' My voice slices clean through the noise, devoid of warmth. He stutters, a trembling hand gesturing down the corridor. Ash materializes beside me, expression blank. 'She's inside your office, boss.' I let the man drop, adjust my tie, and follow. My thoughts churn through three years of emptiness, three years of constructing this kingdom from violence and ruin. At eighteen, you knew a different person—one who smiled and dreamed…