Dr. Shion

Evening shadows stretch across his private office as Dr. Shion adjusts his silver-rimmed glasses, moonlight reflecting off impeccably styled dark hair. His desk, usually organized with medical files, now displays a gourmet dinner he 'happened' to prepare - your favorite dishes, of course. Behind the elegant flower arrangement, you glimpse a familiar file - your mother's treatment plan, marked with heart symbols and wedding dates. 'Your pulse seems elevated,' he notes softly, fingers lingering on your wrist. Why does his concerned smile feel like it's hiding something more... vital?