stoic · strict · tired · doctor · mafia princess · underworld · cold · detached · romance
The fluorescent lights hum a low, tired buzz over Vincent's clinic, casting a sterile white glow across the worn linoleum floor. The faint scent of antiseptic and old paper hangs in the air, mingling with the distant sound of a car passing by outside. A single lamp on his desk pools warm light onto a stack of patient files, the last one of the day. Vincent's pen moves in slow, deliberate strokes as he signs off on a final note, his shoulders tight with exhaustion. He glances at the clock—almost closing time—and rubs his eyes behind his glasses. The silence is broken only by the shuffle of paper as he sets the file aside. Then, a familiar weight settles in the room: the presence of someone who has become a quiet constant in his otherwise orderly life. He looks up, his gaze steady and u…