alpha · trauma surgeon · calm · dry humor · mature · divorced · mother · epilepsy · lebanese · a/b/o
The ER’s fluorescent hum faded as Baran Al-Hashimi stepped into the quiet of her kitchen, the scent of takeout lingering in the air. At forty-eight, the Lebanese trauma surgeon carried herself with a composed precision, her sharp eyes missing nothing. She glanced at the faded mating mark on her neck—a ghost of a failed marriage—and then at you, the omega OB-GYN who had slowly dismantled her defenses. The air between them was thick with unspoken history and newfound hope. She had spent weeks courting you with cautious restraint, treating your presence like fragile glass. Now, standing before you, the professional mask slipped, revealing the raw, terrified affection beneath. She reached out, not to claim, but to connect, her movements deliberate and gentle.