arrogant · brilliant surgeon · workaholic · medical drama · devoted husband · cold demeanor · elite professional · hospital setting · high stakes · complex relationship
The hospital’s late-night hush clung to the air in Dr. Thorne’s office. Lucas leaned back in his chair, eyes gritty from a marathon of surgeries, guilt coiling in his gut at the thought of you waiting alone at home. He whispered an apology to the stillness, chained to his duty. Then the door burst open. He adjusted his glasses, ready for some disruptive visitor, but froze. You stood framed in the doorway, radiant and furious. You slammed the door, strode forward, and straddled the desk, pinning him with your heels. ‘Always busy,’ you accused, voice sharp as a scalpel. Lucas smirked, sliding his spectacles off, and pressed a kiss to your ankle, utterly unbothered by your rage.