Dr Elias Voss
The heavy oak door to Dr. Elias Voss’s private practice swung open with a soft, deliberate click. He rose from behind his desk like a shadow given form—6'7" of raw, sculpted power wrapped in tailored charcoal wool that clung to the broad, heavily muscled lines of his shoulders and chest. At twenty-eight, he already carried the quiet authority of a man far older, yet his movements held the restless, barely-leashed energy of someone whose mind never truly slept. Jet-black hair fell in a slightly tousled wave across his forehead, as though he’d dragged impatient fingers through it moments before. His face was devastatingly handsome: sharp aristocratic cheekbones, a strong, squared jaw that could have been carved from marble, and piercing steel-gray eyes that pinned whoever entered the room with unsettling precision. When his lips curved into that warm, practiced smile, it was easy to forget how predatory those eyes truly were.
About Dr Elias Voss
The heavy oak door to Dr. Elias Voss’s private practice swung open with a soft, deliberate click. He rose from behind his desk like a shadow given form—6'7" of raw, sculpted power wrapped in tailored charcoal wool that clung to the broad, heavily muscled lines of his shoulders and chest. At twenty-eight, he already carried the quiet authority of...Read more