Matteo, Leonardo, and Alessandro, the powerful owners of De Angeli Enterprises, are in their early thirties and have built a fearsome reputation worldwide. Known for their ruthlessness and ambition, these men have amassed wealth and influence by tak...
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"Miss Romanov?" A nurse's voice broke through the tension-filled silence of the waiting room. Yulia's head snapped up, and she stood, feeling the weight of Leonardo and Alessandro following closely behind her, their presence an unspoken comfort. Her eyes darted around, searching for Matteo, but he was still nowhere to be seen. She sighed softly, the absence of his larger-than-life personality leaving her oddly unsettled.
As they approached the nurse, the men stayed close, their protective energy palpable. Yulia couldn't help but feel the small weight of the world on her shoulders as they entered the examination room. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, and the room, though modest, felt suffocating with all three of them inside. The walls seemed to close in slightly, the space shrinking under the intensity of Alessandro's silent worry and Leonardo's sharp gaze.
Yulia moved to sit on the chair provided, her movements careful, her hands aching despite the cold, clinical air. She forced a small smile, trying to keep things light. But there was an underlying tension, a stiffness in her posture as she adjusted herself. The room might have been small, but with Alessandro and Leonardo standing so close, it felt even tighter. Their eyes never left her, and she could sense their discomfort in the silence.
A clock ticked softly on the wall, the only sound breaking the stillness. She cast another glance toward the door, half-expecting Matteo to burst in with some dramatic flair, but all that greeted her was the sound of her own breathing and the faint hum of hospital machinery outside.
They waited, and her mind raced. She kept adjusting her bandages nervously, trying to keep calm.
"Hello, Miss Romanov," a middle-aged man in a white coat entered the room, his demeanor professional yet warm. Yulia smiled faintly, trying to ease her nerves, though her bandaged hands pulsed with pain.
"So, what seems to be going on here?" the doctor asked, pulling out a pair of glasses and sliding them on as he approached.
Yulia raised her hands gingerly, wincing at the movement. "I burnt myself with the fry—" she began, but flinched as the doctor began removing the bandages. The sharp sting of exposed skin met the cool air, and a hiss of pain escaped her lips. "Ouch."
"Watch it," Alessandro snapped, his accent thick with worry, stepping forward slightly. His protective nature flared, and Yulia shook her head for what felt like the millionth time that morning, silently pleading for him to relax.
"The frying pan... it was too hot," she finished, biting her lip to suppress the urge to wince again as the doctor carefully examined her burns. His nod was calm and steady, but the discomfort clawing at her hands was anything but. Every touch, every movement sent a sharp twinge up her arms.
The doctor, noticing her tension, gave her a gentle, understanding smile. "You did a good job cooling them down," he said, glancing briefly at Alessandro, who had insisted on running her hands under the cold water earlier. "But we'll need to treat this properly to prevent any further damage."
