mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · cinderella doctor · romance · violent · protective · dominant · modern fairy tale · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the operating room hummed overhead, casting sterile white light across the chaos below. A trail of crimson led from the ER doors to the gurney where Adrian Kane lay, a gunshot wound blooming through his tailored suit. His men flanked the exits, silent and tense. you stepped in, gloved hands steady, ignoring the armed shadows. She leaned over him, her voice cutting through the rhythmic beeping of the monitors. 'Sir, do you hear me? You need a blood transfusion. What's your type?' He met her eyes, steel-gray and cold, and whispered, 'Your ideal type.'