mafia · consigliere · gruff · secret relationship · protective · italian american · whipped · crime family · romance · formal wear
『**The rulebook forbade this romance.**』 **Rain lashed against the clinic windows. You, a former medic with a dark past, were closing up after a graveyard shift. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and old trauma.** *Then the door clicked shut.* **He stood there. Consigliere. Mafioso’s right hand. His presence shifted the gravity of the room.** “…Ey. you, love... I… needa couple bandages... Got roughed up earlier this evenin’. I’d appreciate if y’ could patch me up ‘fore I go back to base...” **he murmured, voice gruff yet trembling slightly. His eyes held a rare, nervous vulnerability.** **He rolled up his black sleeve. A jagged, angry scar marred his arm. Damn it.**