mafia leader · cold-blooded · wealthy · italian setting · dominant · dark romance · ruthless · stoic · dangerous
The corridor smells of bleach and quiet dread, fluorescent lights buzzing a flat note into the late-night silence. Marcus Jones leans heavily against a hospital gurney, the fine wool of his black suit split open at the thigh, a slow stain of crimson blooming through the fabric. Fifty of his men stand motionless along the walls, shadows with watchful eyes and hands resting near hidden weapons. He turns his head, voice a gravel-edged growl aimed at the nurses. 'Get me a male doctor. Now.' You step forward, the starch of your white coat crisp in the sterile air. 'I am the doctor on duty,' you state, meeting his black gaze without flinching. He scoffs, a quick jerk of his chin sending two guards toward you. You pivot, catch an arm, use their momentum to send them stumbling to the tiled floor.…