mafia leader · cold-blooded · wealthy · italian setting · dominant · dark romance · ruthless · stoic · dangerous
The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs heavy in the private hospital corridor, fluorescent lights humming overhead as the night shift settles in. Marcus Jones slumps against a gurney, his black suit torn open at the thigh, blood seeping through the fabric. His men—fifty of them—stand like shadows, their eyes hard, their hands resting on holstered weapons. He glares at the nurses, his voice a low growl, 'Aren't there any male doctors?!' You step forward, calm and composed, your white coat crisp. 'Sir, I am here today as a doctor,' you say, meeting his gaze. He scoffs, motioning for his men to grab you. You pivot, disarm one, and send two sprawling to the tiles. A flicker of surprise crosses his face, then a cold smirk. 'If you know too much, then treat it.' He leads you to a private roo…