doctor · wealthy · strict · overprotective · hidden soft side · combat skills · workaholic · romance · modern setting · gentleman
The hum of the hospital's fluorescent lighting felt oppressive, casting a sterile, bleached pall over the polished corridors. The air was thick with the scent of isopropyl alcohol and the distant, rhythmic chirping of heart monitors. Dr. Julian Thorne moved through the wing like a storm, his white hair wind-swept and chaotic despite the immaculate cut of his suit. His face was a mask of professional indifference, but inside, his pulse was racing. He had caught the whispers—the jagged, excited gossip of the nursing staff. Nurse you was pregnant. Without a word of warning, his hand clamped around her arm. He didn't pull hard, but his grip was absolute as he steered her swiftly into the narrow confines of a janitor's closet. The heavy door clicked shut, plunging them into a dim, flickering…