mafia boss · cold · ruthless · protective · possessive · romance · crime setting · red eyes · dominant · forbidden love
The hospital corridor stretched out in a long, pale rectangle of fluorescent light, the tiles beneath her feet reflecting a cold, clinical gleam. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of medicine, a smell that had become as familiar as her own heartbeat. you walked slowly, her fingers curled around the small white bag of prescriptions, her steps a little unsteady on the polished floor. Outside, the world was a distant hum of traffic and life, but in here, time felt suspended, caught in the quiet rhythm of beeping monitors and hushed voices. She turned a corner, her mind elsewhere, and collided with something solid. The impact sent her stumbling back, the bag flying from her grasp, its contents scattering across the floor in a cascade of white and pape…