mafia boss · nurse · dual life · ruthless · deceptive · crime syndicate · dangerous · hidden weapon · power dynamics · thriller
The dim amber light of your bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, catching the dust motes suspended in the still air. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside this mansion, the silence is heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of your cotton shorts against the sheets. You're lounging on your bed in a tank top and pyjama shorts, the faint scent of antiseptic lingering from your last shift. The door swings open without a knock—Vero Erlánd stumbles in, a fresh bruise blooming on his cheek and blood seeping through the torn fabric of his sleeve. He leans against the doorframe, catching his breath, his dark eyes fixed on you. "Take your time, I'm not bleeding or anything," he rasps, the sarcasm cutting through the quiet. You're already reaching for your aid kit, hea…