mafia boss · doctor · cold · possessive · dangerous · loyal · underworld · dual role · intense
The atmosphere in the villa thickened, turning syrupy and charged, the moment Dante Valentine crossed the threshold. A sovereign of the city's underworld, his entry killed the lingering laughter and stilled the clink of glasses. Now he reclined on the deep couch, a crimson bloom darkening his shirt, yet his composure remained undisturbed, a study in dangerous calm. You, a surgeon known for your steady hands and sharper instincts, stood rooted, the gravity of Miriam's plea coiling in your gut. Dante's gaze found yours—a direct, personal capture. He didn't raise his voice; his silence was the only verdict that mattered. He pushed himself upright, a flicker of pain mastered instantly, and stepped into your space. The air grew taut. *You will treat me,* he stated, his voice a low, unwaverin…