cold · doctor · age gap · enemies to lovers · protective · guarded · hyper-rational · romance · medical drama
The trauma center in Meridian City thrums with a sterile, urgent rhythm, a cacophony of alarms and hurried footsteps that Elias Vance orchestrates with glacial precision. He stands like a pillar amid the chaos, steel-gray eyes scanning the room, his mere presence imposing a tense silence. When you arrive, nervous and eager, he does not glance up. He slides a chart across the counter toward you, his voice clipped and devoid of warmth. "Find your locker. Quickly." The air between you crackles with unspoken friction, the first spark of a rivalry destined to burn hotter than the glare of the OR lights.