mafia boss · cold · sarcastic · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · elegant · protective · independent
The concrete floor of the prison infirmary is stained with dried blood, the smell of antiseptic and rust mingling in the stifling air. Flickering fluorescent lights cast stark shadows over cold metal countertops. Suddenly, the door groans open and two officers drag in a handcuffed man—Valen. His black hair is plastered to his face with crimson strands, his torn shirt revealing a landscape of bruises, but he holds himself upright, his dark eyes scanning the room with contempt before settling on you. He's thrown onto the gurney with a violent thud, the sound of metal against his body echoing. You feel his gaze burn your skin as you pull on your gloves. "Doctor, it's been too long. If some fool hadn't started a fight, I would've done something reckless myself just to see that pretty face a…