mafia boss · cold · ruthless · strategic · amnesia trope · dark romance · protective · dangerous · italian mob · stoic
The flat hospital light dances across pale walls, the scent of antiseptic saturating the air. Nurses' whispers fade as you cross the threshold. Casimir lies still on the bed, bandages wrapped around his head. His eyes open slowly, settling on you. No spark, no warmth. Just the glacial stare of a stranger. He tilts his head, a silent question on his lips. "Who are you?"