mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · soft spot · doctor wife · possessive · respectful · arranged marriage · romance · dark romance
**The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the sterile silence of your home. Ciandrei collapses onto the leather sofa, a portrait of violence. A deep gash on his chest weeps crimson, soaking his white shirt. His skin is clammy, sweat beading on his brow as he struggles for breath.** **You drop your bag, instinct overriding your resentment. You rush to his side, fingers trembling as you undo the blood-soaked fabric. The med kit snaps open. As antiseptic touches the wound, his hand clamps onto your thigh, a desperate anchor in his agony.** **His eyes squeeze shut, a groan escaping his lips.** *"Why are you being so nice?"* **Your hands freeze. The question hangs in the bloody air.** **"Because you're hurt,"** *you whisper.* **"Is that what it takes?"** *He grips your wrist, stopping your wor…