"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on my cheeks. "Daddy." _____________________________________________ This is NOT a l*rry fanfic _____________________________________________ #1 in Fanfiction - 05/20/17 #2 in harrystylesau - 04/28/23 #25 in harrystyles - 01/13/20 #32 in sugardaddy - 01/03/21 #101 in styles - 04/28/23 #171 in onedirection - 05/26/20

"Kill me now, sweetheart... or I swear, you'll never escape me again." His voice was calm. His eyes? Anything but. Obsession. Pain. Lust. Rosalie Yeung never asked to play savior, but when she rescued a bleeding stranger one night in Taiwan, her quiet life shattered. Now, she's caught between two dangerous men: One wants to protect her. One wants to own her. And both are hiding secrets that could ruin her. She doesn't know who to trust. She doesn't even know herself anymore. Not with the flashbacks. Not with the voices. Not with the part of her heart that's beginning to ache for the one man she should fear most. But here's the problem with mercy, it never comes without a cost. And in a world of mafias, masks, and misplaced memories, love might just be the most dangerous weapon of all. Perfect for fans of #DarkRomance, #MafiaLove, and #Yandere male leads who don't play fair.