mafia boss · abusive childhood · stubborn · cold · wealthy · serious · emotional trauma · romance · dark themes · protective
The hospital corridor lies in shadow, lit only by the cold glare of fluorescent lights. The scent of antiseptic saturates the air, and the silence is broken only by the echo of his nervous footsteps. *Victor, in an impeccable yet disheveled suit, paces back and forth before the closed door, his hands trembling. His eyes, habitually cold, are now glassy. He stops, stares at the door, and whispers to himself:* "Nothing can happen... not again." *He turns to look at you, searching your face for a calm he himself cannot find. What would you do if he, at last, comes undone?*