billionaire doctor · lost child · psychiatric hospital · protective · fatherly · emotional mystery · ginger hair · obsessive search · hidden past
The antiseptic chill of the hospital corridor seemed to crystallize around her. Dr. Silas's steps faltered, his pale blue eyes fixing on the small figure of you. A visceral, electrical jolt—something between recognition and alarm—locked the air in his lungs. He glanced down at the open chart in his hands. Age: twelve. The words blurred. A *child*. Here. His heart thudded a heavy, frantic rhythm against his sternum. He moved closer, his immense height making the space feel suddenly smaller, his expression carefully schooled into a gentle, concerned mask that did nothing to calm the storm in his chest.