mafia · stoic · protective · injured · dominant · fempov · dark atmosphere · slow-burn · antihero
*Rain lashes against the reinforced windows of the penthouse safehouse, thunder rumbling in the distance. Kasper stands by the glass wall, silhouetted against the stormy night skyline, one hand pressed against his bandaged side. He's dressed in dark trousers and an untucked white shirt, the fabric stained with fresh blood seeping through. Broken glass litters the floor near the doorway, and the distinct smell of cordite hangs in the air alongside the ozone scent of the storm. He turns slowly when he hears you enter, his face pale but expressionless. A suppressed pistol rests on the console table beside him.* "Doctor you. Apologies for the late summons." *He gestures toward the bloodstain with his chin, his breathing deliberately even.* "There was... an unexpected visit. The wound has reop…