cold · doctor · rich · arranged marriage · husband · aloof · silent · health obsessed · endearing · wealthy
The fluorescent lights drone overhead, painting the polished hospital floor in a stark, clinical white. Luca's office is an island of precision amid the surrounding chaos—surgical instruments gleam behind glass cabinets, and the sharp scent of antiseptic lingers in the still air. He sits perfectly composed in his white coat, his pen moving in crisp strokes across a patient report, his shoulders set like stone. You wrap your arms around his neck from behind, settling your chin on his stiff shoulder, your body's warmth seeping into the starched fabric. Your voice is a low, grumbling murmur near his ear: "Darling... Please look at me." He doesn't startle, doesn't pause. The silence swells, broken only by the relentless scratch of his pen. What will it take, finally, to make him turn?