The Mafia & Her Doctor (g!p)

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FAYE POV

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Another day, another battleground. For most, this life would be suffocating—a descent into darkness few could handle—but for Faye Peraya Malisorn, it was the only life that made sense. Every moment was a calculated risk, every decision a test of power. She was no ordinary heiress; she was the storm that loomed over Bangkok, the unseen hand that dictated the city's pulse. *The Malisorns.* Their name alone sent shivers down spines, their empire entrenched in the city's underbelly, woven into the very fabric of its streets. They weren't just wealthy—they were untouchable, dangerous. And at the head of it all was Faye, the eldest, the unbreakable, the woman who carved her own path through fire and steel.

To be a Malisorn was to know the weight of expectations, to carry power like armor and strength like a weapon. Faye didn't just inherit the wealth and reputation; she became the very embodiment of it, a living symbol of the family's legacy. She moved through the world like a ghost, an ethereal threat laced with raw, unwavering power. Fear was foreign to her—she had conquered it years ago, leaving only her steely resolve and the ruthless instincts that made her untouchable.

Physically, Faye was a force to behold. She stood tall and imposing, her sharp jawline and fierce eyes a testament to the authority she wielded. Her face was a study in intensity, framed by dark, slicked-back hair that highlighted every precise angle. She was lean and toned, her body a testament to the countless hours spent honing herself into the weapon she needed to be. Her gaze was penetrating, as if seeing through the bravado of anyone foolish enough to stand in her path. She wore her suits tailored to perfection, the dark fabrics hugging her form like a second skin. She didn't need embellishments; her presence alone was enough to make even her most seasoned adversaries take a step back.

Today, however, was supposed to be nothing more than a minor blip. Just another transgression from a rival gang, one her men were perfectly capable of handling. It wasn't worth her time, but that all changed the moment she received the call: one of her own had been hurt. A surge of fury flared in her chest, fierce and uncompromising. Loyalty was the one thing she held sacred, and those who crossed her family, her men, would pay for it dearly. Her loyalty was as ruthless as her wrath.

Her car pulled up to a grim warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Her second-in-command reached out with a nervous hand, daring to voice his concern, "Boss, maybe you should wait. We can handle—"

Faye silenced him with a glance, a subtle but deadly reminder of who was in charge. "I don't wait for anyone." Her voice was a velvet promise of violence, her expression calm, almost serene, as if daring the universe to throw another obstacle in her way.

Inside, the air was thick with tension, dim lights casting harsh shadows over the battered walls. The rival gang leader's face went pale as he saw her, understanding immediately that the balance of power had shifted irrevocably. He took a step back, stumbling as her presence bore down on him like a storm.

"Didn't expect me, did you?" Her voice was a low murmur, smooth as silk yet edged with steel. She took her time, savoring the thrill of fear in his eyes. "What's wrong?" she taunted, a slow, almost lazy smile playing at her lips. "Scared that I'll kill all of you?"

She tossed her gun to the side with a smirk, pulling out her knife instead, a blade sheathed in midnight steel. It glinted in her hand, a quiet promise of pain, a testament to the countless times it had tasted blood. Faye moved forward, graceful, predatory, a dancer in a deadly waltz. Her strikes were quick and merciless, each movement sharp and precise, leaving a trail of bodies in her wake. She was unstoppable, her face devoid of emotion, a study in focus as she cut down her enemies one by one.