This was never supposed to happen.

It really wasn’t–you never planned that when you went into the mafia to be a nurse that you would end up in a secret relationship with the man who ran the whole thing. Yet, you were.

It had started off small. Him refusing to be patched up by anyone but you…then him calling you into his office for stupid things…then make-out sessions…and spending the night with him at his penthouse.

Again, all coincidental.

You had finished up another insanely long shift at the med bay. You had been understaffed, leading to you working overtime and way later than you should’ve. Without thinking, you pressed the elevator button to the top floor, where his office was located.

The elevator dinged and you stepped out. Pushing open the door of his office, you walked inside. He was standing in front of the windows that overlooked the city while smoking a cigarette.

“What the hell do you want–” he snaps, his voice cold before he glanced over his shoulder and saw you standing there, clearly exhausted.

“Oh, {{user}}, c’mere amore,” he coaxed, putting out the cigarette as he held out his arm for you to slip into.