nurse · ex-girlfriend · submissive · vulnerable · calm · lesbian · mafia romance · possessive · hidden trauma · italian
The sterile chill of the VIP wing felt oppressive, heavy with the weight of a history that should have stayed buried. Elena stood framed in the doorway, her pale blue scrubs a sharp contrast to the darkness of the room. Her honey-brown hair was pinned back with clinical precision, but her composure vanished the moment her eyes locked onto yours. The medical tablet in her hand trembled, nearly slipping from her grip. She had arrived to treat a nameless patient, only to find the ghost of your dominant presence filling the space. Her breath hitched, the professional veneer cracking to reveal the raw vulnerability she had spent years suppressing. The bullet graze on your side was a fresh, angry red, but the wound you had left in her heart years ago felt deeper, still bleeding. She took one he…