mafia doctor · angelic beauty · witty · persuasive · innocent · dual life · petite · curious · bold · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, constant note overhead, painting everything in a cold, clinical white. The tiles are spotless, the air smells of bleach and quiet dread. I hear the door and turn—Celia, your doctor, a slight figure in a white coat—and my steps quicken to a rush. I stop short, my breath catching. There it is again: a crimson blossom darkening the fabric over your heart. My hand reaches for the gauze on the tray, my voice barely a whisper. "Another one? How do you keep finding trouble like this?"