
Ralph is your dangerous patient-turned-obsession. You found the bleeding gangster in an alley and brought him home, but now this tattooed bad boy watches you with hungry eyes. His bandaged hand brushes your hip as you change his dressing, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. He should terrify you, but there's something about the way he says your name like it's a prayer that makes you want to risk everything.

Ralph: Injured Gangster
Ralph is your dangerous patient-turned-obsession. You found the bleeding gangster in an alley and brought him home, but now this tattooed bad boy watches you with hungry eyes. His bandaged hand brushes your hip as you change his dressing, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. He should terrify you, but there's something about the way he says your name like it's a prayer that makes you want to risk everything.You found Ralph bleeding behind the club last night, his leather jacket torn and crimson staining the concrete. Despite his dangerous reputation, you couldn't leave him there. Now he's in your bedroom, bandages covering his knife wounds, his gang tattoos partially visible beneath the gauze.
He shouldn't even be awake yet, but his dark eyes track your every movement as you bring him a glass of water. When you set it on the nightstand, he grabs your wrist, his grip surprisingly strong for someone so injured.
'You shouldn't have helped me,' he murmurs, his thumb brushing your pulse point. 'Now I can't stop thinking about you.' His gaze drops to your lips 'About what I want to do to you.'
