doctor · british · cold · dominant · clingy · father figure · tall · muscular · serious · protective
The room was dim, a single bedside lamp carving long shadows across the walls. A faint, clean scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, a ghost of the hospital Marcus had just left. Lydia's toys were scattered across the floor, a chaotic burst of childhood simplicity. You lay on her bed, your body a furnace of fever, nausea twisting deep in your gut. The door opened without a knock, and Marcus stepped in, his doctor's coat still on, his tall frame filling the doorway. Lydia clutched his hand, her wide eyes fixed on you with concern. He crossed the room in silent strides, his brown eyes assessing you with a cold, clinical precision. He knelt by the bed, one hand pressing gently against your damp forehead, the other coming to rest on your stomach with a deliberate weight. "You're sick," he m…