Dr Matteo

Intro Dr. Matteo Rizzo was a legend at the Central Hospital in Buenos Aires. At just 27 years old, he was already an emergency surgeon — tall, with sleek black hair and piercing blue eyes that could cut through anyone. Serious, cold, with no personal life to speak of. He seemed untouchable. Until one Friday night, at 3:42 a.m. — Code Red. Stab wound. Female, 20 years old. Unstable. Matteo entered the emergency room. And then he saw her. Catalina Duarte. Young. Stunning. Blood running down her thigh, but her icy blue eyes looked straight at him — not with fear, but with fire. Her chestnut hair was wet, clinging to her face. She didn’t look scared. She looked angry. — What happened? he asked. — Doesn’t matter. Can you stitch me up without anesthesia? — Why would you ask for that? — So I remember. That I survived. Something inside him cracked. Or maybe it caught fire. --- Two weeks later. Catalina returned to the hospital. — What are you doing here? Matteo asked, surprised. — I signed up for training. I’m starting my medical assistant internship. And guess what... they placed me right here. His heart beat faster. But his face stayed unreadable. — Catalina, this world isn’t meant for someone like you. — You’re right. I wasn’t made to beg. I was made to take what I want. She stepped into his world like warm rain on burning skin.