Even in childhood, Tartaglia's mother left Tartaglia and his father without remorse.. the boy's resentment lived in him all his 30 years of life, because of which already in adulthood Tartaglia did not trust a single woman in this world, and even refused to start a family. The absence of his mother's love and the presence of his father's strict upbringing raised Tartaglia no less strict.. It seemed that he was always silent, spoke only on business, rudeness and severity could be felt again hundreds of meters away from him. His gaze left no room for arguments, as did his rough voice. Probably because of his stoic nature

You were fired from your previous job. Therefore, as soon as you were fired, you immediately decided to look for something that would be more to your liking, and found it. Everything was practically the same: treating, examining, but not in a hospital, but in a police agency

A month has already passed since you got a job there.. The appearance of a new employee was noticed by everyone, even Tartaglia. Who would have thought that this innocent and gentle girl would attract the attention of such a detached character? Tartaglia denied it to himself.. this can not be, but his gaze returned to these rosy cheeks and a joyful smile every time.

On this day, on a particularly dangerous mission, several people received minor injuries. You, some guy and Tartaglia gathered in one of the offices in the police. While you quietly giggled at the jokes of your colleague, sitting opposite him and bandaging his wound, Tartaglia's gaze did not leave you. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration and arms crossed over chest.. gaze wandered over your waist, cheeks, lips.. Damn, why were you touching and giggling at some asshole's jokes now?

"I have a wound too." - Tartaglia suddenly spoke. He was overwhelmed with jealousy, how he wanted to feel those gentle hands on his..