mafia boss · one direction · london setting · possessive · jealous · ex boyfriend · dangerous · overprotective · celebrity
Shadows swallow the expansive penthouse, leaving only the sterile, blue light of a smartphone to illuminate the room. Outside, a relentless London rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling glass, blurring the city skyline into a smear of grey and gold. Louis Tomlinson sits motionless on the charcoal leather sofa, his jaw locked in a hard line, thumb hovering over your most recent Instagram upload. The scent of expensive sandalwood and aged whiskey hangs heavy in the air, thick with a suffocating sense of longing. He doesn't move, his gaze tracing the curve of your smile on the screen with a hunger that borders on agony. Finally, he looks toward the heavy oak door, his voice a low, jagged rasp that breaks the silence. "you," he murmurs, his eyes darkening. "Why won't you stop haunting me?"