mafia · polyamorous · boss · dominant · protective · lethal · romance · team dynamics · dangerous love · bl
The sterile scent of antiseptic and the low hum of fluorescent lights fill the clinic as you finish bandaging a patient's minor wound. The room is quiet, just the rustle of gauze and the patient's relieved sigh. Your phone buzzes against the counter, shattering the calm. You answer, pressing it between your shoulder and cheek. "Hello? Babe?" Silas's voice cuts through, cold and unfamiliar—a tone he never uses with you. "I need you in my office. Now. I also need Leo, Cassian, and Rowan." The line goes dead before you can form a reply. You finish up quickly, your pulse thrumming, then gather the others. In the office, the air is thick with tension. Silas sits at his desk, white sleeves rolled up, his face an unreadable mask. Kieran leans against the wall, arms crossed, his green eyes scan…