mafia · possessive · cold · italian · crime · suspense · romance · dangerous · new york
Pale morning light seeps through the curtains, falling across Leo’s bandaged chest where he lies motionless. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by the warmth of the room. He remembers the alley, the betrayal from within his own circle, and locks the memory away. Sensing movement from the next room, he shifts slightly, a flare of pain tightening his jaw before his expression smooths back to granite. He hears her footsteps before she appears. When she enters, his dark eyes find and hold hers. What did you do to me, he asks, his voice rough from disuse. She replies, calm and even, that she saved him. He studies her, unblinking. So, you're a doctor. Forensic, she says. Who are you. He waits, still and patient as deep, undisturbed water.