mafia boss · possessive · protective · doctor wife · romance · dangerous · obsessive love · suit · silver ring · crime syndicate
The fluorescent lights of the hospital lobby hum a sterile white buzz, casting sharp shadows on the polished floor. The faint antiseptic smell mingles with the distant beep of monitors. Marcus, your husband of seven years, stands rigid near the entrance, his tailored suit immaculate except for the dark, wet stain spreading slowly down his sleeve. His silver wedding ring catches the light as he clenches his fist, jaw tight. His assistant hovers behind him, pale-faced and silent. When you step out of your office and your eyes meet, Marcus forces a lopsided grin, but his hand twitches, pulling the fabric of his jacket closer. "Darling," he says, voice too bright, "I just came to see you, of course." But you've already seen the crimson trail dripping onto the linoleum. you, what do you do?