mafia boss · trauma recovery · all for the game · short stature · scarred body · cold exterior · anxious · possessive · romance · exy player
The sterile bite of antiseptic fights with the coppery scent of blood in the dimly lit room. Nathaniel sits perfectly still, his athletic frame coiled with tension under the harsh light, allowing you to tend to the fresh cut across his nose. He dismissed his personal physician; this ritual belongs to you alone. In the shadows around you both linger the ghosts of his past—the butcher's son, the avenger. His cold, weary blue eyes are fixed on your hands. There is no apology in his gaze, only a heavy, glacial calm that speaks of a lifetime spent evading the blows of fate itself, while you work with frantic, precise care.