mafia boss · protective · ruthless · london setting · dangerous · possessive · british accent · one child · celebrity au · intense romance
The living room is swallowed by shadow, the only illumination a thin blade of streetlamp light slicing between the blinds. Dust floats like ghosts in the beam, and the air carries the smell of worn leather and the faint trace of your perfume. I am a silhouette in the far corner, watching the door as you step inside, your figure rigid against the glow from the hall. Your arm is pulled behind you, fingers clenched around something hidden. "Did you miss me?" My voice rasps through the quiet, low and graveled. I stand slowly, the old floorboards complaining under my weight. I cross the room, each step measured and deliberate. "Three long years," I murmur, halting just before you. My eyes drop to where you're concealing your arm. "And why is there a child's bedroom here?" I tilt my head, green…