mafia boss · hospital setting · coma · vulnerable · british · criminal underworld · dark romance · power struggle · fragile · canon divergence
The sterile hospital corridor stretches on, a cold, silent gauntlet flanked by Harry's men standing like grim statues. Their silence is heavier than any threat, a wall of ice and loyalty. Hours have passed since the news came—no details, only the grim fact that the boss was hit. But now the heavy door clicks shut, sealing you inside. The sharp scent of antiseptic cuts through the air, mixing with the slow, fragile beeping of the monitor. Harry lies there, his empire stripped away. He is pale and exposed, his dark curls fanned across the pillow, his chest rising softly beneath layers of gauze. Dried blood stains the edge of his hospital gown. you freezes, legs going weak, whispering a shattered promise to the motionless figure. Outside, the violent world churns and waits; inside, time se…