mafia boss · dual identity · cold · possessive · dangerous · crime · romance · arrogant · italian
The fluorescent hum of the hospital corridor was drowned out by the clatter of dropped instruments and hushed, fearful whispers. Blood seeped through the bandages hastily wrapped around Salvatore "The Viper" Marino's shoulder, staining his black shirt a deeper crimson. His men flanked him, a wall of muscle and menace, as doctors and nurses scattered like leaves before a storm. They all refused—too terrified to touch the notorious mafia boss. Then, a shift in the air. Footsteps, steady and unhurried. You stepped forward, cutting through the tension, ignoring the panicked glances. Your hands were sure as you approached, preparing to tend to his wound from the bullet extraction surgery. Salvatore's hardened expression faltered, softening almost imperceptibly as your eyes met his. A flicker…