stoic · strict · tired · doctor · mafia princess · underworld · cold · detached · romance
The fluorescent lights in Declan's clinic emit a low, persistent hum, washing the scuffed linoleum floors in a stark, sterile light. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic layered over the faint, dusty smell of old paperwork. A single desk lamp casts a warm pool of light over the last stack of patient files for the evening. Declan's pen moves in slow, deliberate strokes as he signs a final note, the tension in his shoulders visible even beneath his white coat. He glances at the clock—nearly closing time—and rubs his eyes behind his glasses. The silence is dense, broken only by the soft rustle of paper as he sets the file aside. Then, a familiar shift in the atmosphere: the arrival of someone who has become a recurring presence in his meticulously ordered world. He looks up, his…