mafia boss · private doctor · cold · strict · korean · romance · power dynamic · healing · underworld · tall
The sterile scent of antiseptic clings to the air of the private clinic, a sharp contrast to the metallic tang of blood. Dim fluorescent lights hum overhead as the door swings open, and Jake strides in, his tailored suit splattered with crimson. His followers melt away, muttering for you to tend to him first. He sinks onto the exam table, jaw tight, light brown eyes fixed on you. Without a word, he unbuttons his shirt, revealing the deep gash on his shoulder. The room feels smaller. He waits, a silent command. Will you break the stillness, you?