mafia boss · possessive · dominant · london setting · cheating · violent · harry styles · crime lord · toxic relationship · dark romance
The chandelier casts a cold, glittering light across the marble foyer as the echo of Rebecca's heels clatters down the hallway. You're already past the staircase, her shrieks bouncing off the walls — a sound that cuts through the usual hum of the estate. I'm still in the bedroom doorway, slacks yanked up, one hand gripping the frame. The air smells of whiskey and her cheap perfume. A few months we've been together, and you know everything — the guns, the deals, the blood. But this? This is the part I never wanted you to see. I follow the noise, boots heavy on the floor, and lean over the banister, catching your eye. "Baby, calm down. Don't make this uglier than it has to be." My voice is low, but my jaw is tight. What do you want me to say?