The Mafia & Her Doctor (g!p)

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"Bro, what's with all this?" Lux asked, leaning back with her tequila in hand, looking at Faye with a smirk. "You have women falling at your feet every second, and now you're playing games with some innocent doctor? Is she your new kink or something? She that pretty and sexy?"

Faye groaned, the comment striking a nerve she didn't like to acknowledge. She waved Lux off, trying to mask her irritation. "I'm just having my little fun, don't overthink it," she replied coolly, leaning back into her seat as she thought back to Dr. Yoko Apasra. It'd been almost a week of this game. Every day, she sent some thoughtful gesture—a coffee, a sandwich, vitamins—all of which she knew ended up in the trash. But that didn't bother her. Just the thought of Yoko's likely frustration each time was enough to keep her entertained.

She felt a familiar weight in her lap as a couple of women slid over, nuzzling against her, whispering flirtations. Faye sighed, knowing Lux had something to do with this. She appreciated the gesture, but tonight, it felt hollow.

"I'm leaving," she announced, pushing the girls off gently. Lux groaned in exasperation, reaching out to stop her. "Brooo? Come on, stay! Lighten up a bit!"

But Faye shook her head, downing the last of her drink and leaving the bar without another word. She wasn't in the mood for the usual distractions. Instead, she drove aimlessly through the city, not entirely sure where she was going until her car rolled up near the hospital.

She looked around, slightly amused by the idea that she'd ended up here, almost as if by accident. But then she saw her—the doctor herself, standing at the bus stop, shoulders slumped and eyes barely open as she waited, clearly exhausted from another grueling shift.

Faye watched from her car, a smirk tugging at her lips. Yoko looked like she'd been through hell, and there was something oddly satisfying in seeing her worn down like this. But then a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe—made her hesitate.

Should she approach? Or would it be better to stay in the shadows, observing? Either way, she wasn't leaving until she'd at least seen how this played out.

—-

Yoko sat at the empty bus stop, her tired frame slumped as she wrapped her coat tighter against the early morning chill. The street was nearly silent; the only sound came from her own breathing, steady but frayed. It was 2 a.m., and she wasn't waiting for a bus. She just needed a moment, a place to sit and clear her mind after the relentless day she'd just survived.

Her day had started with that all-too-familiar gesture: a cup of coffee and a sandwich waiting on her desk. She'd barely looked at it this time, refusing to let the gift trigger any more of the frustration that had already taken root. With Malisorn's influence growing intrusive and ever-present, Yoko had begun to feel like she was under a spotlight, constantly waiting for another reminder of Faye's power games. Each coffee, each note—it all felt like a taunt.

She sighed, staring at the crumpled piece of trash next to her shoe. Her shift had dragged on endlessly, leaving her utterly drained, but she still found herself replaying one interaction from the day.

"Dr. Apasra!"

The voice had called her name while she was walking the hospital corridors. She'd turned, prepared for another nurse or patient needing her attention. But instead, she was met with the smirking face of Dr. Ben, his eyes crinkled in that flirtatious way she knew all too well.

"Hey, I missed you," he'd said, his arms suddenly around her in a too-familiar embrace. Yoko had recoiled, pushing him back firmly, eyes narrowed in discomfort.

"You're back?" she'd asked, trying to keep her voice level, but unable to mask the note of frustration that laced through it.

He grinned, completely unfazed. "I am. Back for good," he replied, letting his eyes roam over her in that way he used to. She'd known Ben back in med school, back when his flirtations had been a near-daily occurrence. She'd tried her best to brush him off back then, too, knowing she didn't have the luxury of being distracted, not when she was pushing herself so hard to stay focused on her future.