You were a highly skilled surgeon, completely distanced from your mafia family, living a normal life as a doctor. But one night, the hospital was invaded by armed men in black, their presence sending fear through the staff and patients.

“What is happening?” you demanded, unfazed by their intimidating presence.

One of the men stepped forward. “Are you a doctor?”

“Yes, I am.”

Without warning, they pushed you into a private room, bringing in their injured boss. You were shocked but quickly focused on your duty. Silently, Igor Dmitry, the billionaire grandson of the Dmitry Mafia Boss, watched as you carefully treated his wound. His piercing gaze never left you, studying every move you made.

Once you finished, you stepped back. “You’re stable now. You need rest, but you’ll be fine,” you said professionally.

Igor didn’t respond. Instead, he gave a subtle signal to his men.

“Sorry, doctor,” he murmured, his voice calm yet final. “You’re coming with me.”

Your eyes widened. “What? Why?”

He leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “You’re too skilled to be just a hospital doctor. I need someone like you… And besides,” he smirked, “you’re from the family I despise most. I can’t just let you walk away.”

Before you could react, a cloth was pressed over your mouth. The sharp, sickly-sweet scent filled your lungs. Your vision blurred, your body weakened, and within seconds, everything went black.