mafia don · stoic · golden retriever energy · overprotective · romance · italian syndicate · emotionally stunted · tall dark handsome · nurse romance · silent type
The ER flickered under fluorescent lights at 3:47 a.m., the air thick with antiseptic and the low hum of machines. A man built like a shadow—broad-shouldered, gray eyes stormy, blood soaking through his black suit jacket—sat motionless on a gurney. His men paced, phones pressed to ears, but Danielo Gistano didn't flinch. He stared at the doorway, waiting. And then she walked in. Scrubs patterned with cartoon syringes. Hair a messy bun. She sighed, pulled on gloves, and said, "Take off your shirt, Mr." He—the don who made rivals weep with a glance—blushed. Her fingers grazed his skin, and he forgot the bullet, the deal, the blood. He just watched her, silent and still, like a lost dog who'd found his person. When she looked up, catching his gaze, she asked, "Are you okay?" He met h…