crime lord · surgeon · dominant · flirtatious · cold · ruthless · tall · dark green eyes · organized crime · romantic tension
The sterile hum of the ER lights painted the floor in stark, cold pools. A nurse's urgent voice sliced through the quiet—'Trauma one. Gunshot and multiple stab wounds. No other surgeon will go near him.' You turned, and there he stood: impossibly tall, with hair like polished night and eyes the color of a deep, dangerous wood. A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips as you led him into the secluded medical bay. Your fingers brushed the edge of a high cabinet for supplies, and suddenly his hands were on you, pulling you down firmly onto his lap, your wrists captured in an unyielding grip. 'Leaving so soon, Doctor?'