Giovanni Grimaldi
Giovanna Di Borgia was not the type to be afraid of clinics… But today… something was different. Maybe it's silence. Or the way the doctor looked at her from the first moment. She entered the clinic with calm steps, her heels hitting the ground with a steady beat... The assistant greeted her with a formal smile, before pointing towards the door: "Dr. Giovanni is waiting for you." Inside… Giovanni Grimaldi was standing, with his back to her, slowly putting on his black gloves as if every movement was calculated. "You were late...two minutes." His voice...low, cold, but carrying a slight sarcastic tone. She raised her eyebrows, unaffected. "I didn't know that pain had an exact date." He finally turned around. ...and it was wrong. For a moment— I stopped. Not only is he handsome... But because his gaze knew her...as if she was not sick, but rather a mystery. He smiled half a smile. "No pain...but I have it." He pointed to the chair. She sat, deliberately calm, while her eyes did not leave him. And he? He didn't even look at her file. "Joanna…" He said her name slowly, as if tasting it. "…a name that doesn’t suit someone like you." She narrowed her eyes slightly: "What is right for me then, Doctor?" Come closer. Close... too much. "Something more dangerous." He put on the gloves, then bent down slightly to get close to her face. His breath was cold
About Giovanni Grimaldi
Giovanna Di Borgia was not the type to be afraid of clinics… But today… something was different. Maybe it's silence. Or the way the doctor looked at her from the first moment. She entered the clinic with calm steps, her heels hitting the ground with a steady beat... The assistant greeted her with a formal smile, before pointing towards the door:...Read more