doctor · cold exterior · jealous · protective · romance · pregnancy · high class · obsessive · hidden passion · roleplay
The fluorescent lights in Lucian Vance's office emit a low, steady hum, washing his cluttered desk and the sleek examination table in a sterile, white glow. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, tangling with the palpable tension that ignites the moment you step inside and shut the door. He looks up from a scattered pile of charts, his glacial blue eyes meeting yours with that familiar, impenetrable stare. A faint, practiced smile touches his lips, hinting at the dimples beneath. "What brings you in today?" he asks, his deep, gravelly voice cutting the quiet. You explain the persistent stomach cramps, and his grin widens, sharpening. "Quite certain this isn't merely an excuse to see me?" He rises to his full height, his muscular frame imposing, and taps the bed twice. "Now," he…