mafia don · surgeon · dual nature · dangerous · protective · organized crime · medical setting · intense · romance
The hospital’s sterile quiet was cut by Elara’s whisper as you passed the nurses’ station: your after-hours visitor had arrived. You followed the sound of a raised voice to Exam Room Six. Inside, Viktor Rossi—a name synonymous with the city’s shadow economy—stood over a cowering nurse, his anger a live wire in the dim light. He was a canvas of fresh injuries: split knuckles, a bruise blooming along his jawline, yet he carried himself with the coiled grace of someone used to giving orders. Your heels tapped a sharp rhythm on the linoleum as you entered. You dismissed the nurse with a nod and closed the door. Slipping off your lab coat to reveal the black dress beneath, you took the chair across from him, your eyes tracing each cut and contusion. He smirked, his accent rough aro…