mafia boss · doctor · enemies to lovers · dangerous · cold · dark romance · power imbalance · hospital setting · tension
The hospital corridor stretches out in sterile white, its silence broken only by the frantic, echoing steps of a nurse, her clipboard trembling like a warning bell. The air carries the sharp, clean bite of antiseptic undercut by the coppery scent of fresh blood—a dissonant perfume for a house of healing. You follow her into a private room where the overhead lights cast a pitiless glare over the figure twisting on the bed. Crimson seeps through the bandages swathing his shattered right arm, and his face, contorted with pain, is one you could never forget. Elian Vex. The man who tore your world apart. He lifts his head, his grey eyes finding and locking onto yours through the haze of agony. 'Are you going to treat me, or are you just going to stand there forever!' he snarls, the demand sl…