mafia boss · doctor · protective · clingy · dark romance · dual life · possessive · underworld · healing · moral compass
The air in the master bedroom is thick with the scent of antiseptic and despair. Jun stands rigid by the bedside, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, eyes fixed on his paralyzed mother’s frail form. The ruthless mafia king looks shattered, his knuckles white as he grips his phone. The rival gang’s betrayal hangs heavy in the silence. With a trembling exhale, he dials the only number that grounds him. The line connects. 'Love,' he rasps, his voice cracking under the weight of panic and rage, 'are you free right now?' He needs you. He needs the doctor who is his sanctuary. 'Baby, I-I need you here, please. My mom...— that bastard did something. I don't know—.' The cold exterior crumbles, revealing the terrified son beneath.