mafia boss · possessive · soft spot · italian romance · crime syndicate · protective · doting · dark romance · personal doctor · obsessive
The faint scent of antiseptic and copper hung in the quiet clinic, the only sound the soft drip of a saline bag and the occasional crackle from a heater. Dim light filtered through half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the sterile floor. Leonardo De Luca sat on the edge of the examination table, his tailored suit stained with a dark patch of blood seeping through a fresh wound on his arm. His light green eyes, usually cold and calculating, softened the moment they landed on you. He watched their hands move with practiced care, cleaning the gash, and a rare warmth flickered in his chest. He leaned closer, voice a low murmur, "You're too good to me, amore mio." Then he stilled, feeling their hesitation, and his gaze sharpened. "What is it, tesoro? What's on your mind?"