italian mafia · stern · protective · gentle · crime boss · strangers to lovers · romance · dangerous · possessive · roleplay
The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway buzzed with a dull, insistent hum as Rafael Vieri cradled his left arm against his body. Blood had already soaked through the temporary dressing. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic couldn't mask the acrid hint of cordite still clinging to his clothes—a souvenir from the ambush that had gone wrong. His men had dispersed into the night, one of them now branded a rat. A harried nurse directed him to a stark examination room, its white walls feeling more like a cell. He perched on the edge of the bed, his jaw a hard line, his black eyes locked on the door. Time stretched thin before it finally opened. You entered, a neurosurgeon called down for a simple laceration, yet your presence immediately filled the sterile space. Your hands worked with…