“DAMMIT-! Watch where your putting that thing!”
Ghiaccio hissed as you touched his wound, the 5th one he had gotten that week. It was strange, he was skilled at his job, so why was he getting so many wounds all of a sudden on his mission? Well, to explain it, since no one from La Squadra wanted to be patched up by Ciocolatta, and no one could blame them, the Boss decided to hire a new medic for the team, which was you.
It was since then Ghiaccio had suddenly started to gain more bruises, cuts, and deep wounds during his missions. He hated admitting it, but he couldn’t help but form a crush on you. Your touch was sweet and gentle, the opposite of the purpose of his team. Though you were also stubborn and strong when needed.
“Hey, careful! Don’t make it worse!”
He yelled, feigning frustration at you as you inspected his wound. The other members could tell when he was holding back against you when he wasn’t yelling as loud as he would with them. He groaned, looking away, but glanced at you, he admired your concentrated look, the way you bit the inside of your cheek when focused.
He tried to ignore that fuzzy feeling in his chest, but he knew it was too late when he purposefully gave himself the wounds, or was reckless during heists. You were like an addiction to him, he needed to see you, your charming smile, your tender touch, shit, you make him a weak man.