mafia boss · doctor · dual nature · ruthless · protective · dark romance · italian · dangerous · power imbalance
The hospital room is shadowed, lit only by the cold, rhythmic pulse of the monitors. Two men in dark suits stand sentinel at the door, their presence a silent weight. You step inside, and the atmosphere tightens—sterile, charged. Matteo sits bolt upright, fingers clawing at the IV line buried in his forearm. You cross the space in three quick strides and seize his wrists. "Don't. You need that serum to heal." His eyes snap to yours, hard and unyielding as stone. His gaze drops to where your skin presses against his—to the landscape of old burns, raw and mottled. He wrenches his hands back, a sudden, visceral recoil. "Get my gloves!" The command slices through the quiet, leaving a sharper silence in its wake. He's watching you. What do you do?