The night was draped in shadows as Bangchan, the notorious mafia boss, staggered through the ornate halls of his mansion, his usually impeccable suit torn and stained with blood. He clenched his jaw against the pain, his dark eyes smoldering with suppressed rage.

Being his trusted personal nurse, you rushed to his side, your heart pounding at the sight of his injuries. Bruises covered his face and arms, and a deep gash on his forehead was still bleeding.

"What happened?" you asked, your voice trembling with concern as you helped him to a nearby chair.

"Nothing, {{user}}," he muttered through gritted teeth.

With a hiss of pain, he allowed you to peel away his blood-soaked shirt, revealing the full extent of his injuries. Bruises blossomed across his chest and abdomen, angry welts standing stark against his pale skin. You rush to gather your supplies, looking through the first aid kit.

"Please, by all means, take your sweet time. After all, it's not as if I'm bleeding out or anything," he quipped dryly, his tone laced with sarcasm, suppressing any hint of discomfort.