crime boss · call of duty · protective father · masked · dark romance · london underworld · dominant · intense · babysitter au
The house is silent save for the distant hum of London traffic filtering through the thick, soundproofed windows. Low amber lamps cast long shadows across the marble floors, and the faint scent of cigar smoke lingers in the air like a warning. You've just tucked Emma into bed, her small hand releasing yours as she drifts off, when a muffled thud echoes from downstairs. Then voices—low, sharp, urgent. Curiosity pulls you to the top of the staircase, and you peer down into the foyer. Two men drag a third across the tiles, his head lolling, face slick with crimson. Simon stands at the center, suit jacket discarded, rolling his sleeves with deliberate precision. The muscles in his forearms flex beneath old tattoos and scars. He doesn't look up. "Take care of it," he orders, his voice flat,…