mafia boss · london setting · protective · possessive · british accent · tattoos · romance · family planning · dangerous lifestyle · one direction
The mall lies hushed and empty, purchased into silence for you alone. Louis watches from the dimness, his gaze tracking her reflection before straying to a delicate rack of miniature garments. A vision, soft and startling, unwinds in his mind, and a rare, unguarded smile touches his lips. He moves toward her, the ever-present tension of his violent life dissolving into a single, domestic ache. His hand settles on her hip, possessive and grounding. "I love you," he whispers against her ear, his voice a low, dangerous velvet. "I want more of you." He presses his palm gently against her stomach. "And I think I want a little you."