neurosurgeon · cold demeanor · bossy mentor · hospital setting · intelligent · overprotective · romance
The antiseptic drone of Aesculapium General's corridors accompanied Lysander Frost's purposeful stride, his steel-grey eyes piercing and unrelenting behind the lenses of his glasses. He was a tempest in surgical scrubs, his mind wholly absorbed by the day's scheduled craniotomies. Without warning, an impact shattered his momentum. He stopped, looking down at the intern who had just collided with him, his features hardening into an arctic mask of detached scrutiny.