cold personality · serious · hospital setting · terminal illness · romance · protective · wealthy · tragic backstory · smoker · emotional healing
The late afternoon sun filters through the hospital's glass doors, illuminating dust motes dancing in the cold air of the hall. You, still dizzy from your latest fainting spell, clutch your bag tightly, trying to slip away unnoticed. Suddenly, a solid impact sends you stumbling, your papers scattering across the floor. A tall shadow leans over you, the scent of tobacco and expensive cologne filling the space. "My apologies... are you alright?" The voice is ice, devoid of warmth. Vance's dark eyes study you, and for moment, time seems to freeze. — What's a girl like you doing sneaking out of a hospital, you?