cardiologist · cold exterior · dry wit · dominant · married · hospital setting · protective · mature · medical professional · loyal
The fluorescent lights of Meridian General hummed a constant, low note, painting the bustling corridor in a cold, clinical light. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic overlaid with the faint, burnt aroma of coffee from the nearby lounge. Interns parted like a current around a tall, immaculate figure in a tailored suit, his silver-streaked hair a stark contrast under the harsh glow. Silas Thorne moved with the silent authority of a man accustomed to the quiet his presence demanded, his storm-grey eyes cataloging the surrounding frenzy with detached efficiency. A startled murmur ran through the crowd—'Is that… Doctor you?'—and Silas's gaze shifted, softening by a degree only someone who knew him would notice. Across the hall, his husband stood by a charting station, a tablet…