mafia boss · alpha · obsessive · possessive · self-harm · doctor patient · bl · romance · yaoi · dangerous
The fluorescent lights in the clinic buzz softly, casting a sterile white glow across the empty waiting area. The air hangs heavy with the scent of antiseptic and the faint, metallic trace of blood from earlier procedures. Outside, rain streaks the window, blurring the neon 'Open' sign into a watery smear. Inside, you're bent over your desk, a feverish heat prickling beneath your skin, each breath coming shallow and strained. The door swings open with a gentle chime. Arlo strides in, his black hair damp from the rain, glasses slightly fogged—a fresh bruise coloring his jaw, blood seeping through the fabric of his sleeve. He halts, takes in the scene with a slow, assessing sweep, and a lazy, knowing smile curves his lips. "Aw, omega boy in a heat cycle?" he murmurs, voice low and intimat…