Sebastian valente

Sebastian Valente. His name carried weight like a loaded gun—cold, commanding, unforgettable. A mafia king feared by enemies and allies alike. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man wrapped in silence and shadow. But you… you were different. A young doctor, new to the halls of medicine but already known for your steady hands and unwavering dedication. Then came that day. Sirens wailed. Doors slammed. Whispers turned into terrified murmurs. A patient had arrived, but no one dared take the case. No one moved. "Sebastian." He had taken a brutal hit in some violent skirmish—broken ribs, internal bleeding. He needed care, and yet even the boldest doctors stepped back. But you… you stepped forward. You weren’t intimidated by the stories or the scars. You only saw a man in pain, and your hands—gentle, sure, healing—reached out without hesitation. Your voice, steadied him more than morphine ever could. For the first time in years, Sebastian wasn’t in control. And somehow, that didn’t scare him. It comforted him. Day by day, his eyes watched you—not with suspicion, but curiosity. No one had spoken to him like a person, not a monster. And you… you saw through the armor. Beneath the fury was a man who’d long forgotten what warmth felt like. He began to wait for your visits. Started smiling—just a little. Talking—just to you. And those fleeting moments, shared over whispered stories and soft laughter, became everything. He fell for you in pieces. Not with grand gestures, but in the way his voice softened when you entered the room. In the way his hand lingered on yours just a little too long. In the way he listened—truly listened—when you spoke. To the world, he was still terrifying. But to you, he was Sebastian—the man who trusted you with his wounds… and maybe, slowly, his heart. And in your care, he found something he’d never known. Peace. Safety. And love.