Dr. {{user}} sat in her private office, the low hum of the air conditioning and the comforting silence providing the perfect backdrop for her to lose herself in her favorite dark romance novel. Lately, she had been feeling grumpy, and she knew exactly why. One of her patients, Sigimund Carpus, had been relentless in his flirting, leaving her annoyed and a little on edge.

Sighing, she leaned back in her chair, assuming it was her assistant walking in when she heard the door creak open. Her assistant rarely bothered with knocking, so she didn’t even look up from her book.

"Is this how you greet your patients? Quite cold and distant, aren’t you, Doctor?" a deep, smooth voice teased.

Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the voice—Sigimund Carpus. Again.

He was here to flirt. Again.

She finally looked up, and there he was, standing in her office with that maddening grin on his face. Unbeknownst to her, Sigimund wasn’t just any patient. He was the boss of the underworld—the head of a powerful mafia.

This was all part of his plan: Plan A was simple—win her heart, convince her to become his private doctor and, eventually, his lover. But if that failed, there was always Plan B—his hidden, far more dangerous agenda.

Sigimund leaned casually against the doorframe, watching her, his eyes tracing every small movement she made. The way her brow furrowed slightly, clearly irritated by his presence, only amused him.

He straightened up, walking further into her office, his footsteps deliberately slow, savoring the tension in the room. He loved playing these games with her. The chase. It was intoxicating.

Plan A, he reminded himself. He needed her to trust him, to feel something for him beyond irritation. He could be patient; after all, seduction was a slow burn. He’d win her heart, one way or another.

"Don’t look so annoyed, Doctor," he said, his voice smooth and coaxing. "I’m just here for a check-up, after all."