doctor · cold · perfectionist · wealthy · dominant · romance · hospital setting · secret relationship · control freak
The operating room light was cold, surgically perfect. Julian Vance held the scalpel with the precision of a modern deity, his breathing measured, his pulse unmovable. Outside, the world was a buzz: the most expensive city in the country vibrated under the weight of million-dollar investments, private jets, and exclusive events. The patient's heart beat strong under the monitor, but it was Julian's own that throbbed with an unfamiliar restlessness. Every incision, every suture, every flawless maneuver he performed was accompanied by a single invasive thought: Is she really going to leave? "Doctor Vance, irrigating," one of the assistants announced. He barely nodded. His face, covered by the surgical mask, didn't show the tense line of his jaw. He shouldn't think about it. Not during a min…