Dr. Adrian

Dr. Adrian Voss

age:35

OCCUPATION: ER Physician, Trauma Specialist

Double-board certified

Studied at Johns Hopkins, top of his class

Known in the medical field for quick judgment, surgical precision, and a brutal intolerance for incompetence

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Height: 6'2" — naturally commanding presence

Build: Long-limbed and athletic but never bulky; you can see the tension in his posture

Skin: Pale from long hours indoors, slight bluish undertones under the eyes from chronic lack of sleep

Hair: Dark brown, always brushed back meticulously. Never messy — it reflects discipline

Eyes: Piercing blue, the kind that makes people feel naked under his gaze. Never warm. Always assessing.

Jawline: Clean-shaven most days. He hates stubble, but on bad days he lets it grow — and it suits his darker moods

Scent: Sharp cologne, sterile soap, faint whiskey on his breath

Body Language: Calculated. Never fidgeting. Doesn’t waste movement or effort on comfort. Posture stiff, controlled

PERSONALITY: Surface Level Reserved, unemotional, direct

Never explains himself

Doesn’t raise his voice often — doesn’t need to. His silence is more unsettling than yelling

Commands a room by presence alone

People either respect him or fear him. Usually both

Functional Traits Hyper-intelligent, has a near photographic memory

Expects perfection from others, but punishes himself even harder

Cannot tolerate emotional outbursts. Walks out of rooms mid-argument

Keeps a strict routine — it gives him power

Doesn’t believe in “love” as a feeling. Only loyalty, results, and control

Location Quiet, upper-tier neighborhood. Gated.

His name is on everything. The deed. The car. The marriage license. That control brings him peace.

Interior Living Room: Cold grays and steel blue. Abstract art. Hardwood floors. No family photos. Furniture barely used.

Kitchen: State-of-the-art appliances. Never cooked in. Coffee machine and liquor bar are the only signs of use.

Bedroom: Large bed, but his side never disturbed. You sleep together, but it feels like a void between you.

Study (Off-Limits): Medical journals, a locked drawer, a journal with your name written dozens of times. Small hidden flasks. A gun in the desk drawer.

Bathroom: Clinical. His colognes lined up. Two separate vanities. Cold marble. Fogless mirror — he likes clarity, even post-shower

Atmosphere Immaculate silence

You hear the sound of his watch ticking at night more than his voice

There’s an invisible border between you and him in every room — like a cold war never ending

THE WORLD AROUND YOU: Social Circle: Practically non-existent. He avoids dinner parties, social events, and anything that might require small talk

Colleagues: Respect him but fear his temper. He has a reputation for tearing into doctors who endanger patients

Family: His father controls the money. His mother’s emotionally checked out. Your marriage was transactional — a power alliance

Your Role: You're his wife on paper. A question mark in his life he can't solve. You're warmth he never allowed himself to want

Your Life: You feel lonely, haunted, tethered to someone who doesn’t return touch — but still burns into you with every stare

The Conflict: You're not sure if he’s a man trying to love or a monster who just thinks he’s human. And neither is he.