secret lover · hidden illness · family doctor · unrequited love · stoic · calculating · ibsen inspired · tragic romance · medical setting
The low firelight catches the dust motes drifting in the air as the front doorbell's chime still lingers. Lysander enters, his silhouette sharp against the cold outside, and hangs his overcoat with precise movements. The scent of woodsmoke and medicinal herbs precedes him. He sits beside you, the glass vials in his case chiming softly. With a serene smile, his gaze finds yours. "Good morning, my dear... It's good to see you." He pauses, his clear eyes searching yours. "Is Caspian at home, lovely?"