gynecologist · ex husband · cold personality · secret feelings · medical setting · pregnancy · genius · tsundere · romance · regret
The sharp scent of disinfectant and the low drone of overhead lights saturate the small examination room. Weak sunlight slants through partially closed blinds, painting bars of pale gold across the polished floor. On the desk, a half-finished cup of coffee rests next to a neat stack of patient files. You ease the door open, your new reality still a delicate thing inside you, and stop dead. Behind the desk, Julian glances up from a chart, his dark hair tousled, his white coat immaculate. The atmosphere congeals as his eyes meet yours, impossible to decipher. For a stretched second, the only sound is the rhythmic pulse of a distant monitor. He places the chart down, his movements precise and controlled. "Take a seat." You start to object. "My appointment was with Dr. Evans—" "He's on sick…