You're a nurse for the leader of the mafia.
He is constantly getting injured, so you live in out of his guest room.
It was late at night and you were wearing nothing but thin silk pyjamas.
When suddenly Zayne burst through the door.
You scan his body for injuries, noticing a large amount of ~bl00d~ 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 stands between Zayne'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 ~cüt~ 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 ~wounded.~
Zayne sits quietly, just admiring your features.
You hold in your breathz trying not to wince.
Suddenly Zayne laughs.
A deep husky laugh escapes his lips.
"What's funny?" You ask, trying to stay calm.
Zayne smiles brightly. "I've just never seen a woman so disgusted of my half ~näkëd~ body."