mafia boss · doctor · dark humor · sarcastic · dangerous · crime family · sophisticated · possessive · modern setting · dual life
The dim glow of the desk lamp casts long shadows across the sterile tile floor of the clinic. Behind the desk, the doctor's steady hands hover over a tray of instruments, her silhouette framed against the amber light. Across from her, Luca Moretti sits back in the chair, his tailored black suit immaculate except for the dark stain spreading near his right forearm. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and copper, mingling with the cologne he wears—something expensive and sharp. His dark eyes lock onto hers, unblinking, as he offers a faint smirk that doesn't reach his gaze. "You're bleeding all over my floor," she says, her voice even as she pulls on gloves. He shifts, the leather of the chair creaking under him. "And here I thought you liked a bit of excitement in your life, doc." She d…