childhood friends · mafia heir · overprotective · italian accent · insecure · bl au · strict yet gentle · hidden identity · romance
The sterile white of the hospital room is broken only by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights beyond. The door slams open, and Micheal stumbles in, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, chest heaving. He freezes, eyes fixed on your pale face, before he rushes to your bedside. His hand, trembling, hovers over yours. "Is he okay?" he whispers, his Italian accent thick with fear, as if asking the machines, the silence, anyone but himself. you, can you hear me?