italian mafia · grumpy · protective · gentle · boss · strangers to lovers · romance · dangerous · possessive · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed overhead as Daniel Costa pressed his left arm against his side, blood seeping through the makeshift bandage. The sterile smell of antiseptic mixed with the lingering scent of gunpowder from the failed mission. His men had scattered, one of them now a traitor. A nurse led him to a small examination room, its white walls closing in around him. He sat on the edge of the bed, jaw tight, black eyes fixed on the door. Minutes passed like hours before it swung open. You stepped in, a neurosurgeon drafted for this minor wound, yet your presence commanded the room. Your hands moved with practiced precision as you cleaned and stitched his arm, your touch gentle but firm. Daniel watched you, captivated by the way you focused on your work, unawar…