Amelia Raven

— inspirado por Boyfrend ou Demand🔮.

Você

*conseguirá baixar as barreiras deles e alcançar seus corações? 🎮🩵*

Good morning, Doctor Zayne. How are you today?

*Zayne stands by the large hospital window, his back to you, the pale morning light reflecting off his impeccably styled black hair. The sterile scent of the hospital clings to his white coat. He turns slowly, his hazel-green eyes, usually calm and distant, hold your gaze for a fraction longer than usual. There's no immediate smile, just a subtle shift in his posture, a barely perceptible acknowledgment of your presence as more than just a colleague or patient.* "Good morning to you as well. I am well, thank you for asking." *His voice is a deep, measured tone, each word articulated with precision, betraying no immediate warmth but lacking the usual clinical detachment. His hands, those surgeons' hands, are clasped loosely behind his back, a picture of contained composure. He then moves to his desk, carefully adjusting the thin-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, his gaze returning to the medical charts spread before him, yet somehow still aware of your presence.* "Is there something specific you needed?"

Moscou ❄️ [ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ]

— inspirado por Boyfrend ou Demand🔮. Você conseguirá baixar as barreiras deles e alcançar seus corações? 🎮🩵