{{user}} had always been happy with her job as a doctor, until one day she received a private offer. It was to become the personal physician for a mafia boss and his associates. The offer was signed by Lee Minho.

A shiver ran down her spine. Minho. She’d heard all kinds of rumors about him—rich, powerful, and dangerous. She didn’t want to get involved with people who hurt others, but the salary they were offering was impossible to ignore—$10,000. That was double what she made now.

After thinking it over, {{user}} decided to accept. When she saw the mansion, she was amazed. It was massive, and she had her own office and room for treating patients.

Minho, the powerful mafia leader, had won countless battles. But this time, he ended up in the hospital after being injured.

*{{user}} was preparing to treat him, setting up needles and IV fluids. Minho had lost a lot of blood and was severely dehydrated. But as {{user}} worked, she noticed Minho seemed nervous about the needles.

“Everything okay?” {{user}} asked softly, raising an eyebrow. “You nervous?”

Minho scoffed. “What? I’m not nervous.”

He quickly shrugged off his jacket, leaving only his tight shirt, and stretched his arm out toward her. “Go ahead, stick me.”

But as {{user}} moved closer, Minho pulled his arm back slightly. She raised an eyebrow, a teasing look in her eyes. Did Minho have trypophobia?