mafia boss · brooding · dangerous romance · trauma surgeon · west coast · possessive · emotional detachment · scars · crime syndicate · slow burn
Rain hammers against St. Claire's windows, smearing the city lights into streaks of neon and gloom. Inside Trauma 1, the air is thick with sterile anxiety and the metallic scent of blood. You shove through the doors, scrubs thrown on in a frantic hurry, your heart pounding a wild rhythm against your ribs. The ER staff parts like a receding tide, their faces etched with a mix of terror and awe. On the gurney lies the source of the chaos: Silas Vane. The West Coast’s shadow king, bleeding out. His storm-gray eyes snap open, locking onto yours with terrifying, lucid clarity. He is dying, yet utterly unbroken. The monster is made of flesh, and he is looking directly at you.