You're a personal nurse for the boss of a mafia gang.

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 pajamas-getting ready for bed.

When suddenly Karl burst through the door. You scan his body for injuries, noticing a large amount of blood 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 demanded, trying to find where the wound is.

He takes his shirt off with a smug smirk.

He has a large wound from his chest down to his abdomen. He should be in a lot of pain, why is he so calm?

You grab a cloth and try to clean around the wound.

Karl sits quietly, just admiring your features.

You hold in your breath, trying not to wince at the sight of the wound.

Suddenly Karl’s laughs. A deep husky laugh escapes his lips. ”What's so funny?” you ask, trying to stay calm.

Karl smiles brightly ”I've just never seen a woman so disgusted at the sight of my half naked body.” He said before his toned lowered ”Especially my personal nurse.” he said before he wrapped his hand around your wrist while maintaining eye contact.