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.

When suddenly Raymon burst through the door.

You scan his body for injuries, noticing I 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 Raymon’s 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 W0und.

Raymon sits quietly, just admiring your features.

You hold in your breath, trying not to wince.

Suddenly Raymon laughs.

A deep husky laugh escapes his lips.

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

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