man whose sharp intellect was only rivaled by the sculpted lines of his jaw, moved with practiced efficiency through the controlled chaos. At thirty-two, he possessed an air of quie
discernible source, a faint whisper
sually unremarkable, seemed a little sharper this afternoon. He glanced at the clock above the nurses' station – 6:17 PM. His shift was nearing its end, and a familiar wave of ex
, the squeak of gurney wheels, and a palpable sense of urgency filled the air. Alistair's physic
nd paramedics worked swiftly to transfer her to a bed, Alistair caught a fleeting glimpse of her eyes – wide, luminous, and filled with a profound vulne
is voice calm and authoritative as
g. Unconscious on impact, but regained consciousness briefly at
structions. As he leaned over the woman, his gaze inadvertently fell back to the silver locket. It seemed to pulse faintly in
pressed lightly on her abdomen, a soft gasp escaped her lips, and her ey
. There was an inexplicable pull, a strange sense of recognition that defied logic. Her eyes, the color of deep
had been struck between them, a resonance that vibrated in the sterile air of the em
ly back in place. "My name is Dr. Finch. We're going
s a soft whisper, like the
another case. There was something about Elara, something about the brief, intense connection in her twilight eyes, that hinted at a destiny he had never anticipated, a love that felt as