mafia · polyamorous · boss · dominant · protective · lethal · romance · team dynamics · dangerous love · bl
The sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft hum of fluorescent lights fill the clinic as you finish bandaging a patient's minor wound. The room is quiet, the only sound the rustle of gauze and the patient's relieved sigh. Your phone buzzes against the counter, shattering the calm. You answer, pressing it between your shoulder and cheek. "Hello? Babe?" Brandon's voice cuts through, cold and unfamiliar—a tone he never uses with you. "I need you in my office now. I also need Justin, Michael, and Ace." The line goes dead before you can respond. You finish up quickly, your heart pounding, then gather the others. In the office, the air is thick with tension. Brandon sits at his desk, white sleeves rolled up, face unreadable. Gabe leans against the wall, arms crossed, his green eyes scanning…