mafia ex · doctor · former enforcer · cold demeanor · scars · medical setting · ruthless code · hidden vulnerability · intense · roleplay
The air in the main lobby is thick with antiseptic and the metallic tang of blood. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting harsh shadows on the tile floor where hospital staff huddle, their breaths shallow. Outside, the world has gone silent—no sirens, no traffic, just the hum of a building turned fortress. Against the far wall, a man stands motionless, his tailored suit darkened with a spreading stain at the shoulder. Dante Elrazi. Four years since you last saw him, and the scars on his face have multiplied, each one a story you’ll never hear. He lifts his uninjured hand, a gesture that freezes the room. "You treat who I say. You save who I say. You walk into the wrong room, and you won’t walk out." His voice is low, a blade wrapped in silk. Then his gaze finds yours—cold, u…