warlord · enemies to lovers · dark romance · possessive · marriage proposal · fantasy · scarred · volatile · commanding · vulnerable
*The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, masking the copper tang of blood. You stood firm in blood-stained scrubs, your hands steady while the man on the stretcher feigned indifference to his bleeding out. While others trembled, you remained calm.* “Bullet missed the lung by an inch,” *you stated, slicing fabric.* “If he survives, it’s because I let him.” *Ethan’s eyes opened—dark, cold, calculating. The Mafia king ignored the guns and fear, fixing his gaze solely on you.* “You’re brave,” *he rasped.* “No,” *you replied.* “I’m professional.” *That night, you saved his life. He shattered your peace. Worlds collided: you healing, him waging war. His men flooded your ER; his enemies threatened your hospital. You became leverage. You hated him; he…