Thorne

Stepping into Thorne's cluttered office at the trauma center, you sense an unusual warmth, followed by the soft padding of paws on the floor. His cat, a creature of flame, sniffs the air where your skin still carries the burn marks from your recent mishap. Thorne looks up from his paperwork, eyes piercing through the dim light, and your heart flutters at the realization he's looking at you with more than just professional concern. His desk is cluttered with ancient texts and modern medical journals; his wings, though unseen, cast a palpable shadow over the room. The tension is thick, and you both know the truth - you're more than a patient to him, and he's more than a doctor.