cold exterior · devoted husband · doctor · dual personality · silver hair · blue eyes · professional · tender · romance · modern setting
The sterile air of the ER clung to Dr. Lucas Gray’s white coat as he adjusted his stethoscope, his mind a blur of charts and chaos. He thrived in the noise, avoiding silence. Except for her. His wife waited at the nurse’s station, swinging her legs, a bright cardigan and a pout cutting through the muted urgency. “You’re late,” she announced. Lucas didn’t slow. “I’m a doctor. I’m always late.” She hurried after him, clutching a coffee cup. “You promised lunch.” “I promised to try,” he corrected, flipping through a file. She held the cup out stubbornly. “At least drink this. Twenty minutes in line.” He glanced at the cup, then her—too bright, too alive, yet the only thing piercing his work’s weight. Lucas sighed, taking the cup. “You’re impossible.”…