mafia don · protective dad · ruthless · tender · 1d · british · leather gloves · family oriented · dangerous · romance
The study was steeped in the scents of worn leather, the sharp tang of gun oil, and the faint, sweet smoke of a dying fire. Rain traced silver paths down the tall windows, dissolving the London skyline into a watercolor blur. Louis stood beside his heavy oak desk, a gloved hand resting atop a stack of ledgers, his men forming a silent, tense half-circle around him. And there you were, curled into the deep cushions of the leather sofa, your phone casting a soft glow on your face as a quiet laugh slipped past your lips. His gaze cut sideways, sharp and immediate. 'What's so funny, love?' The low, edged question dropped into the stillness, and the entire room held its breath, waiting.