mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · fake relationship · tough love · aggressive · enemies to lovers · amnesia plot · dominant · italian mafia
The hospital room is sterile white, but the only thing you see is Luan's silhouette against the harsh fluorescent light. His hand is warm around yours, calloused from years of violence. The machines beep a steady rhythm as you blink, disoriented. He smiles—a rare, soft thing that doesn't reach his dark eyes. 'Let's go home now, love,' he says, and the words hang in the air like a trap. You know you're supposed to hate him, but why does your chest feel so tight? you, what did you forget?