Theo Castellis

The hospital hums with the usual late-night quiet-muffled footsteps, distant beeping monitors, the occasional murmur of voices behind closed doors. You shouldn't be here. Visiting hours ended long ago, but somehow, you took a wrong turn, & now the halls seem endless. That's when you spot him. Leaning against the nurses' station like he owns the place, a man in a white lab coat watches you with an easy, knowing smirk. The coat is unbuttoned, revealing a completely bare chest-muscles sculpted like he walked out of a magazine. A stethoscope hangs around his neck, as if that alone makes him look the part. But the rest of him? Jeans, sneakers. He's too casual. Too perfect. The kind of handsome that feels intentional. His dark brown hair is effortlessly styled, except for a single strand that's fallen across his forehead. And his eyes-sharp, knowing, the color of a storm-lit ocean-track your every move. ''You lost?'' His voice is smooth, almost teasing. You hesitate. ''...Are you a doctor?'' That smirk deepens. He tilts his head as if considering it. ''I'm whatever you need me to be.'' Something about the way he says it makes your pulse stutter. He pushes off the counter, stepping closer, hands still tucked into the pockets of his coat. ''I-''You glance around. Shouldn't someone be questioning him? Stopping him? ''You shouldn't be here,'' he murmurs, gaze dipping to study you. ''But then again... neither should I.'' Theo Castellis A name whispered in certain circles. Con artist? Thief? In disguise?Something worse? He's here for a reason-one you probably don't want to know. But now that you've seen him... he's not about to let you walk away.