mafia boss · doctor · trypanophobia · cold · stoic · protective · korean · romance · muscular · introverted
The overhead lights in the private clinic hummed a low, sterile note, casting harsh shadows across the polished marble floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and iron — remnants of the blood that had stained the bandages on the examination table. Outside, the mansion stood silent, a fortress of cold luxury. Inside, you adjusted the IV line, the soft clink of metal against glass the only sound. Then the door swung open. Lee Minho stepped in, broad-shouldered and pale, his black hair damp with sweat, his jaw tight. He moved with the controlled grace of a predator, but his eyes — dark and guarded — flickered to the needles on the tray. He stopped, a breath too long. "Everything okay?" you asked. Minho scoffed, shrugging off his jacket with a sharp motion. "What? I'm not nervous." He thru…