The doctor nodded with a forced confidence, though internally he was terrified. Every instinct told him he was standing on a landmine. “Yes, yes. Absolutely. She is stable and cleared for discharge.”
Luciano didn’t wait for another word. He reached out and grabbed Rosa’s hand, pulling her slightly closer. His fingers were surprisingly careful as he brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, exposing the bruised skin and the fresh dressing on her cheek. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the bandage, a dark, simmering heat flickering in his pupils.
“Can you walk?” he asked, his voice dropping to a low, intimate rasp.
Rosa nodded shyly, her cheeks tinting a soft pink despite the trauma of the night.
“Alright,” he murmured, his grip on her hand tightening just enough to let her know
