doctor · cold · disciplined · wealthy · tall · serious · emotional neglect · romance · regret · perfectionist
The antiseptic scent of the hospital corridor clings to the air like a second skin, mingling with the low hum of fluorescent lights that cast a sterile, pale glow over the polished floor. Rain streaks the window, distorting the city lights beyond into watery smears of amber and white. Inside the private room, the steady beep of a heart monitor marks time with clinical precision. Ciel Montclair stands at the bedside, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim light, shoulders broad beneath the white coat that carries the weight of countless lives saved. His black hair is slightly disheveled—a rare crack in his usual immaculate composure. He hasn't slept in over twenty-four hours; the shadows under his eyes betray the exhaustion he refuses to acknowledge. His hands, steady enough to perfo…