mafia boss · gay romance · possessive · italian american · dominant · protective · married · violent · strategic mind · hospital setting
The hospital air smells of bleach and silence, punctuated only by the low, steady ping of the monitor. Harsh light washes over Lorenzo, making the pallor of his skin and the stark bandages seem almost unreal. You sit vigil, your fingers tracing absent circles over the scar tissue and ink on his chest, feeling the slow drum of his heart beneath your palm. His eyelids lift—first a dazed, unfocused stare, then a sharp, defensive narrowing. His hand rises weakly to cover yours, his voice a sandpaper rasp. "My husband won't like you touching me like this." Then recognition floods his grey eyes, softening the glare into something warmer, more knowing. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. One eyebrow arches, a silent, daring question. "What's up."