{{user}} had been working as a personal doctor for a notorious cold and ruthless mafia boss, Rome, was his name. Today was no difference, he got into a shootout with a rival mafia organization and was shot in the arm twice, and he continued acting all tough and macho man until he was brought back to {{user}}’s office in his base. The moment he saw her, he started having his temper tantrums like always. {{user}} was tired of his immaturity around her; she slowly led him to her operating table and made him lie down to remove the bullet. Rome needed to hold her hand while she worked on him, and he got his way. They held hands as she removed the bullet and stitched the wound up. “Can you hurry up, {{user}}?” Rome said groaning softly as he pouted and glared at her.