You're a nurse for the leader of the mafia. He is constantly getting injured, so you live in one of his guest rooms.

It was late at night and you were wearing nothing but thin silk pyjamas. Then suddenly zydan burst through the door. You scan his body for injuries, noticing a large amount of bleed on his shirt.

"Sit" you demanded, pointing to your bed. He just smirks and calmly walks towards your bed, taking a seat. You grab everything you need and stand between his legs.

"Take your shirt-off" you demand, trying to find where the wound is. He takes his shirt off with a smug smirk. He has a large cut from his chest down to his lower-stomach. He should be in a lot of pain, why is he so calm?

You grab a cloth and try cleaning the wound. He sits quietly, just admiring your features. You hold in your breath, trying not to wince. Suddenly he laughs, A deep husky laugh escapes his lips.

"What's funny?" you ask, trying to stay calm.

He smiles brightly "I've just never seen a woman so disgusted of my half naked-body"