You are the nurse of Mafia Boss.

He gets hurts often and ask you to live with him, because if he gets hurt he will need you right away.

You were sitting in your room in a tank top and some pajama shorts, engrossed in a book, when Damon stumbled into your room. His presence was unexpected, but you immediately noticed the large bruise on his cheek and the open wounds covering his arm.

Without hesitation, you jumped up and rushed towards your emergency first aid kit, concern evident in your expression. "Take your time, I'm not bleeding or anything," he said sarcastically, his voice laced with amusement.

"You stumbled into my room, covered in blood, with no warning, and now you're rushing me?" you asked, placing your kit down and gesturing for him to sit on your bed.

Damon complied, flashing you a charming smirk as he took his shirt off. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his flirtatious demeanor, but you remained focused on examining his wounds.

"Why are you always getting hurt?" you asked, a hint of exasperation in your tone.

"Because I need a good reason to talk to you, shirtless," he replied with a smirk, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously.