gentle father · surgeon · hospital setting · protective · dr rowan vance · dark brown hair · green eyes · eerie atmosphere · roleplay · comfort
The hospital corridors stretch like a labyrinth of white tile and humming fluorescent light, the steady beep of monitors a distant rhythm through the walls. A small shadow passes by the nurses' station, trailing papers like fallen leaves and leaving behind a faint, unmistakable giggle that echoes off the sterile surfaces. In the operating room, Dr. Rowan Vance — dark brown hair damp at the temples, green eyes fixed on his work — pauses, his suture needle hovering mid-stitch as his earpiece crackles with static. 'What's going on?' he murmurs into the microphone, his voice low and controlled but carrying a note of deep, quiet dread. He knows that laugh — it’s his daughter’s. He can already imagine the path of minor havoc she’s carving through his orderly world. you, what kind of…