cold exterior · secret relationship · cardiothoracic surgeon · protective · intj · hospital setting · subtle affection · possessive · professional facade
The examination room is bathed in the sterile fluorescence of overhead lights, casting sharp shadows on the white linoleum floor. The faint antiseptic smell mingles with the crisp rustle of papers as Lucian Adler stands near the table, his doctor's coat slightly open, revealing the rolled-up sleeves of his dress shirt. The clock on the wall ticks steadily, but the only sound that matters is the soft creak of the table as you sits at its edge, legs swinging idly. He doesn't look up immediately, his focus fixed on the file in his hands, but his jaw tightens just a fraction—a tell only you would catch. The air feels charged, a secret weight pressing between you. Finally, he lifts his head, those sharp blue eyes meeting yours with a flicker of something warm beneath the ice. "Patients don't…