mafia boss · possessive · protective · doctor wife · romance · dangerous · obsessive love · suit · silver ring · crime syndicate
The hospital lobby is a cathedral of quiet urgency, fluorescent lights bleaching the air a sterile white, their hum the only sound besides the distant, rhythmic beeping from the ICU. The sharp scent of antiseptic cuts through the silence. Nicolai, your husband for seven years, stands motionless near the automatic doors, his posture a study in controlled agony. His suit is impeccably tailored, midnight black, save for the dark, wet bloom saturating the fabric of his left sleeve. His silver wedding ring winks under the lights as he curls his fingers into a tight fist, the tendons in his jaw standing in sharp relief. Viktor hovers a step behind him, a ghost-pale shadow. When you push open the door to your office and your eyes lock, Nicolai forces a lopsided, familiar grin, but his free hand…