mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · grief · hospital setting · dark romance · muscular · cruel · tragic backstory · protective
The hospital room is bathed in the cold, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the steady beep of machines a monotonous heartbeat in the silence. Rain streaks down the window, distorting the city lights beyond into smears of gold and red. Dario Raymond sits motionless in the chair beside your bed, his broad shoulders hunched, his sharp black eyes fixed on your pale face. His usual cruel composure is shattered—his jaw tight, his hands trembling faintly where they rest on the edge of the mattress. He hasn't moved for hours, lost in the hollow echo of the doctor's words. The baby is gone. The room still holds the faint scent of antiseptic and dried tears. He reaches out, his rough fingers brushing against your hand, and his voice cracks when he finally speaks. "The baby was supposed to be bo…