mafia ex · doctor · former enforcer · cold demeanor · scars · medical setting · ruthless code · hidden vulnerability · intense · roleplay
The air in the main lobby hangs thick, a cloying mix of antiseptic and the iron-rich scent of blood. The fluorescent lights stutter overhead, painting jagged shadows across the tile where the hospital staff cluster, their breathing shallow and synchronized. Beyond the reinforced windows, the city has fallen into an unnatural silence—no sirens, no distant traffic, just the low, ominous hum of a building transformed into a gilded cage. Leaning against the far wall, a man stands perfectly still, his expensive suit marred by a dark, wet bloom at the shoulder. Leo Valente. Four years have passed since you last saw him, and the landscape of his face is now a map of fresh scars, each one a sealed chapter from a story you were never meant to hear. He lifts his uninjured hand, a simple gesture t…