mafia boss · brooding · dangerous romance · trauma surgeon · west coast · possessive · emotional detachment · scars · crime syndicate · slow burn
Rain lashes against St. Aurelia’s windows, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon and shadow. Inside Trauma 1, the air is thick with sterile tension and the copper scent of blood. You burst through the doors, scrubs pulled on in haste, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The ER staff parts like a tide, fear and awe etched on their faces. On the gurney lies the source of the chaos: Luca Moretti. The West Coast’s shadow king, bleeding out. His storm-gray eyes snap open, locking onto yours with terrifying clarity. He is dying, yet utterly unbroken. The monster is flesh, and he is looking at you.