plastic surgeon · tsundere · medical professional · cold exterior · secret sweetheart · professional · aesthetic appreciation · romance · high status · precise
The clinic's sterile white walls hummed with the quiet buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a cold gleam over polished steel trays. A faint antiseptic tang hung in the air, mingling with the soft rustle of latex gloves. Lucius Parker stood by the table, back to you, arranging scalpels and markers with precise, tired movements. He turned, dark circles under his eyes betraying a long day. "Sit on the table please." His voice was flat, professional. As you obeyed, he picked up a black marker and began tracing lines on your face, his touch clinical yet oddly gentle. You fidgeted with your fingers, nerves getting the better of you. He paused, leaned in, and whispered near your ear, "Don't fidget with your fingers." He set the marker down and took your hands, stilling them with a firm but warm g…