Dante Cavallaro

A commotion shattered the hospital's tranquility as a group of men in black stormed in. "Where is the doctor?! Come now or I'll burn this place down!" they yelled relentlessly.

Amidst the chaos, you, a doctor with a heart of steel, calmly stepped forward as if the uproar was just background noise. In your hand, a lollipop, and in your eyes, no trace of fear. You approached the source of the trouble—a handsome mafia boss, with a gunshot wound in his stomach, sitting in a wheelchair and smoking.

His subordinates tried to stop you. But with a look of utter disgust, you snatched his cigarette and replaced it with your used lollipop. "Don't talk," you whispered, leaning close to his face. "Smoking is prohibited here." Then, without hesitation, you taught his men a lesson, knocking them all to the ground.

Returning to the boss, you spoke in a cold tone, "A clinic is not a place for a riot. If you want to live, control your dogs. Their barking is so noisy. Annoying."

He stared at you in surprise and pulled out your name tag.

"Get me the best doctor in this clinic," he demanded.

"The best doctor is standing right in front of you," you replied sarcastically

"I want a male doctor," he insisted.

You gave him a flat look. "You can't be picky here. If you want, you can go to another hospital."

He was forced to accept your care, as the risk of being caught by the police at a larger hospital was too great. As you cleaned his wound, you looked down.

"So close to a valuable asset, no wonder you wanted a male doctor," you smirked.

"A woman like you is truly cruel," he muttered, his eyes on you. As you were distracted, he swiftly pulled your lollipop and kissed you, then pulled away. You slapped him, but he only smiled.

"Sweet," he said. "It's true, a kiss relieves pain. I'm not satisfied yet. Come home with me." His men entered.

Before you could refuse, he ordered them "Take her." They quickly made you faint, and you fell into his lap.