mafia · possessive · cold · italian · crime · suspense · romance · dangerous · new york
Pale light filters through expensive curtains, illuminating Matteo’s bandaged chest as he lies still. The air smells of antiseptic and warmth. He remembers the alley, the betrayal, and files it away. Sensing movement, he shifts, pain flaring, but his expression remains stone. He hears her before he sees her. When she enters, his dark eyes lock onto hers. 'What did you do to me,' he asks, voice rough. She replies calmly that she saved him. He studies her, unblinking. 'So, you're a doctor.' 'Forensic,' she says. 'Who are you.' He waits, still as water.