THE MAFIA HAIR

ronment, as if he were in a world of his own. Nurses glanced his way, fluttering their eyelashes in admiration, and whispers of "Hot Doctor" followed in his wake. Unbeknownst to

have it, these two seemingly disparate worlds were destined to collide. One afternoon, while Brandon was visiting the museum on a rare day off, he caught sight of a girl who stood out amidst the exhibits. Clumsily bumping into a statue, she let out an embarrassed laugh that caught Brandon's attention.Nirvana glanced up, her cheeks flushing crimson upon realizing she had an audience. Her glasses slipped down her nose, and she hastily pushed them back up. But her actions only made Brandon smirk, the first genuine expression he'd shown in ages. He found himself strangely intrigued by this girl who seemed worlds away from the cutthroat realm he inhabited.Days turned into weeks, and their paths continued to cross. Brandon, normally aloof and distant, found himself drawn to Nirvana's unpretentious nature. Their interactions began with playful banter, her genuine curiosity about his tattoos breaking through his façade. Nirvana, in turn, found herself captivated by the layers beneath Brandon's rugged exterior.A tende