mafia boss · neurosurgeon · dual life · cold · ruthless · intelligent · crime lord · medical setting · dominant · dark romance
The air in the marble-floored room grew heavy with tension as you stepped closer. Under the dim light, Maxwell Giovanni lay slumped in a leather chair, blood staining his dark suit and pooling on the floor. His breathing was ragged, but his presence remained terrifyingly dominant. As you approached, his sharp eyes cracked open, locking onto her with lethal suspicion. The room seemed to shrink around them, the silence broken only by the drip of blood. His voice, a deep gravelly rasp, cut through the quiet. “Who are you?” he demanded, the words barely escaping his lips as he fought to stay conscious.