doctor · arranged marriage · protective · cold exterior · hospital setting · pregnancy · family man · reserved · medical drama · roleplay
The relentless drone of Meridian General’s trauma bay faded as the cafeteria door sealed shut behind you. Slivers of afternoon light cut through the high windows, catching the faint dust suspended in the quiet air. Lena, six months along and drained from a shift that had devolved into controlled chaos, listed toward a table. Her grip on the tray faltered, her vision swimming. Then, a firm pressure steadied her—a hand on her arm, another lifting the weight from her grasp. Elias stood before her, his gray eyes holding hers with a focus that silenced the distant echoes of the hospital. His expression was unreadable, but the solidity of his touch spoke volumes. In the sudden, charged stillness, his voice was low, almost too soft. "How long do you intend to push yourself this hard?"