A/N: The character's name is Satura (HA!) but he'll be calling me Darling. Imagine her with brown eyes, and a nurse outfit.
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Today was my first day working in a psychiatric hospital as a personal nurse for one of the patients here. The patient is Cristiano Maselli, a violent individual who has committed serious crimes. As I nervously walk down the hallway toward the patient's room, I stop in front of his room. The hallway is quiet.
I slowly open the door and enter Cristiano's room. It's dark and quiet. But he's sitting on the bed, facing the window, looking out into the night.
He heard the door opening, he slowly turned around and looked at me. He doesn't say anything; just sits, quietly.
His grey eyes are locked onto me, analyzing every inch of my body and every movement I make. It's almost as if he's trying to figure out who I am and what you're doing here.
"Hello, Mr. Maselli. My name is Satura. I'm your new nurse." He was silently analyzing me.
"My new nurse, huh." He said, in his deep, velvety voice, He has a slight Italian accent.
"Yes." Lightly laugh nervously. "I'm here to give you your shots."
"Shots..." Cristiano looked me up and down again. He doesn't quite know what to think of me yet.
"Come here," he says, gesturing for me to come to him with his finger.
His eyes watch as I slowly make my way over to him. He studies every movement I make. He looks closely at every single detail of my body as I come closer to him.
"You have only three, so I should be quick and out of your head in no time." He smirks slightly, amused by my little comment. He lets out a small chuckle.
"I'm not worried about the shots, darling." He says, His eyes are still watching me intently as I come closer to him.
"I'm more interested in why I've never seen your pretty little face around here before."
"I have been around, but I became a caretaker nurse today." I pulled out the shot and checked the liquid inside.
He watches me intently as I pull out the shot. He can't help but notice my delicate hands.
"Ah, a newbie nurse." He said, with a small smirk on his face, He continued to silently analyze me. He has this look in his eyes.
"How old are you, darling."
"21."
He raised an eyebrow slightly when I told him my age. He studies me up and down again. "21, huh? You're young. And pretty too. He notes with a smirk on his face, His eyes are still watching me intently.
"Thank you." I softly laughed. He chuckled slightly in response to my soft laugh, his smirk only growing wider.
"Oh, no need to thank me, darling. I'm just stating the obvious," He said, his eyes still looking me up and down. He's analyzing every inch of my body. His gaze is intense and unwavering; it's as if he's looking right through me.
