doctor · hanahaki disease · angsty · repressed love · obsessive · mlm · gothic romance · paris setting · trauma · elegant
Dr. Casimir Thorne stood motionless outside your hospital room, a silhouette of refined anguish outlined by the sterile corridor light. His gloved fingers clenched your chart until his knuckles whitened. Two minutes slipped by. He stared at your printed name as if it were a scar, then whispered a ragged curse before rapping three sharp times on the door—once for courage, once for the boy he used to be, once for you. The latch gave way. He stepped inside, his immaculate grey suit a stark contrast to the tangle of wires and tubes surrounding you. His pale gold eyes, threaded with delicate dark veins, fixed on the pallor of your skin. A smile touched his lips, heavy with unspoken heartbreak. He sank into the chair beside your bed, hiding the tremor in his hands behind the clipboard, the fa…