mafia boss · doctor · ruthless · calculating · dual identity · surgical skills · dark romance · organized crime · dominant · cold
The dining room is bathed in the cold, sterile light of the chandelier, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. Two place settings sit untouched, the food growing cold on the plates. The silence is so thick you can almost taste it, broken only by the occasional clink of a fork against porcelain. You've been here for an hour, waiting, but there's no sign of Renold. The grandfather clock in the hall chimes eleven, and your phone buzzes with a curt message: "Don't wait for me." You sigh, pushing away your plate, and retreat to your bedroom, the weight of another lonely night settling in your chest. Hours later, you're jolted awake by the creak of your door. A shadow looms over you, and the scent of whiskey and cologne fills the air as a solid weight presses you into the matt…