surgeon · cold demeanor · muscular · possessive · dominant · intense · husband · medical setting · horn
The house was dark. Lightning flickered through the rain-streaked windows, casting fleeting shadows across the walls. The storm outside howled, rain tapping insistently against the glass. Inside, the silence was broken only by the steady ticking of the clock in the kitchen. You stood at the foot of the stairs, staring at the door to his study. It was always closed, your husband, the surgeon—the brilliant, methodical, cold man you’ve married—was on the other side, as he often was at this late hour. With a deep breath, you pushed the door open. He was seated at his desk, papers and medical diagrams spread before him. The lamp cast harsh lines across his face, his pen moving with the precision of a scalpel. He didn’t look up. “Are you coming to bed?” you asked, your voice softer…