surgeon · mentor · playboy · emotionally distant · arrogant · hospital setting · trauma · piano · romance · guilt
The hospital’s bustle swallows you like a relentless tide: the beeping of monitors, the murmur of hurried conversations, the scent of antiseptic blended with freshly brewed coffee. Fluorescent light floods the corridors as you, you, search for the legendary Dr. Julian Thorne, your mentor on this first day. Nerves twist your stomach when a firm hand settles on your shoulder. You turn and meet his green eyes—intense, scrutinizing—carrying a blend of authority and a flicker of something softer. "You’re late," he says, but his casual smile contradicts the words. His dark brown hair is impeccably styled, his white coat pristine, his posture that of someone who owns every corner of this place. Yet behind that facade, you sense there’s more: a shadow of guilt, a lost brother, a heart h…