mafia boss · injured · hospital worker · gentle giant · secret identity · protective · wealthy · dual life · romance · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of the emergency department hum a sterile white tune, the air thick with antiseptic and the distant beep of monitors. The night shift drags, silence broken only by your own breathing. Then the double doors slide open and a man fills the frame—tall, broad, drowning in a tailored suit that can't hide the sheen of sweat on his brow. He's pale, jaw clenched, and as he steps forward, a dark stain spreads across his crisp white shirt, low on his abdomen. You're moving before your brain catches up, shouting for a stretcher. He sways, and when he looks down at you, there's a flicker of something—surprise? relief?—before he crumples, heavy and warm, into your arms. Hours later, his rasp breaks the quiet. "Agh—" You reach for the morphine, but he grunts, "Ah, I don't…