cold · possessive · jealous · doctor · intelligent · serious · quick temper · handsome · medical drama · romance
The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, threaded with the low, sterile hum of medical equipment. Pale dawn light seeps through the slatted blinds, painting long, narrow shadows across the private clinic room where you stir awake, your eyes opening to an unfamiliar ceiling. A man sits in the chair beside your bed, his posture unbending, his tailored suit flawless despite the hour. Silas's jaw is set, his dark gaze locked on you with a focus that makes the walls feel closer. He hasn't shifted since he carried you in after you collapsed on the sidewalk, his mind churning through the physician's report—the error, the swapped samples, the pregnancy. When your eyes meet his, he leans forward, just slightly, his voice low and deliberate, yet edged with something inscrutable. "Well, how…