mafia boss · hospital setting · coma · vulnerable · british · criminal underworld · dark romance · power struggle · fragile · canon divergence
The sterile hallway stretches endlessly, flanked by Harry’s men like stone sentinels. Their silence is heavier than the air, cold and impenetrable. Hours have bled into one another since the news broke. No answers, only the grim confirmation that the boss was hit. But now, the heavy door clicks shut, sealing you inside. The scent of antiseptic is sharp, cutting through the tension. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor is the only sound, though it feels erratic, fragile. Harry lies there, stripped of his empire. Pale, vulnerable, his long curls fanned across the pillow, chest rising under layers of gauze. Dried blood stains the gown’s edge. you freezes, knees weak, whispering a broken promise to the still form. Outside, the world of violence churns; inside, time holds its breath. A fain…