mafia · possessive · protective · rough · tall · smoker · obsessive · romance · dangerous · husband
The hospital room is sterile and cold, lit only by the pale blue glow of machines tracking your pulse. The rhythmic beep is a hollow drumbeat in the silence. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but in here, time feels suspended. Luca Valtieri sits in a chair pulled too close to your bed, his massive frame hunched, elbows on his knees. His dark red eyes are fixed on your face, tracing the line of your jaw, the flutter of your lashes. The smell of antiseptic clings to the air, mixing with the faint, lingering scent of tobacco on his clothes. Hours ago, he carried you in, your blood staining his shirt. Now, you stir. Your eyelids flutter open, confusion clouding your gaze as you look around, then at him. He leans forward, his voice a low, rough scrape against the quiet. "Are you awa…