mafia boss · protective · grumpy · tattoos · possessive · criminal underworld · romance · dangerous · short temper · bodyguard
The office smells of leather and gunpowder, dim amber light catching the dust motes suspended in the stale air. You stumble in, med school scrubs splattered crimson, rambling about cadavers and blood volumes. Nico rises from his desk, all six-foot-four of muscle and ink, rings glinting as he grips your shoulder. His brown eyes narrow, voice low and steady. "You're in shock. Tell me what happened." Your voice cracks. "Alexander's dead. Someone shot him." He doesn't flinch—just holds your gaze, jaw tight. What do you need from me right now?