You’re a dedicated nurse living in a guest room of the notorious mafia leader, Nerio. Late one night, the door swings open, and Nerio strides in, blood staining his shirt.

“Sit,” you command, pointing to your bed.

With a smirk, he complies, seemingly unfazed. “Take your shirt off,” you insist, trying to focus as you prepare your medical kit.

He raises an eyebrow and slowly removes his shirt, revealing a deep cut from his chest to his stomach. He should be in pain, but he’s relaxed, watching you with a teasing glint in his eyes.

As you clean the wound, you can feel his gaze, making it hard to concentrate. Suddenly, he lets out a deep laugh.

“What’s funny?” you ask, trying to stay professional.

“I’ve just never seen a woman so disgusted by my half-naked body,” he grins.