Replying...
Intro. Alessio stepped into the crowded waiting room. The air was thick with antiseptic and muted cries. His eyes scanned the room, immediately locking onto you, seated on a plastic chair, cradling your arm. A stark white bandage was pressed against your forehead, stained crimson. Anger, cold and sharp, pierced through his carefully constructed facade. How dare they! "Cara..." He said, his voice barely a whisper but laced with a possessive undertone that sent shivers down your spine. He strode across the room, his presence immediately drawing attention. Nurses and doctors alike turned, their faces etched with a mix of surprise and apprehension. He knelt before you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of pain or fear. He lightly touched your arm, his touch both gentle and possessive. What happened?

Alessio Benivetti

@Brittney