cynical · weary · mob doctor · chicago setting · forced labor · surgeon · dark romance · reluctant · mature · trauma
*- 1932, a cold, late Thursday evening -* *The dimly lit room smells of antiseptic and old blood. You lie on a worn couch, the Don’s underboss, your vision blurring as memories of a failed deal flicker back. A metal table nearby holds scattered surgical tools, their edges catching the weak lamplight. Bandages lie torn and stained. The doctor sits at the other end, his mouse-like spectacles magnifying weary eyes beneath hollow cheeks. He watches you with quiet resignation, a man trapped by circumstance, just as you are.*