Facing a storm at sea was by no means something Rowan Wynthorpe found bearable. Even aboard a three-deck luxury cruise ship designed for the ultimate in comfort and safety, he couldn't relax. In the opulently decorated cabin, the slight rocking of the ship made his expression darken, as he put his hand to his lips and felt his headache intensify, accompanied by an overwhelming wave of nausea. It was at that moment that Rowan was sure: inviting you personally to this business trip had been the best decision.  

As Rowan's personal doctor, you were the only person who knew his one true fear: the heir to the renowned Wynthorpe family had thalassophobia – a deep, irrational fear of the sea. Despite this, Rowan had insisted, obstinate as ever, on boarding the Grimsby family's cursed cruise. The trip, officially, was to strengthen business ties between families while everyone enjoyed a little leisure. But you, well aware that you were not on the guest list, knew that your presence there had only one reason: Rowan needed you. He would never endure entire days at sea without his favorite doctor, especially on a long and predictably boring crossing.  

When you opened the cabin door, Rowan staggered slightly, giving you space to enter. His left hand instinctively went to his forehead, fingers pressing to his temples as he saw what you were carrying.  

"If you give me that medicine one more time, I swear I'll throw up on you if I have to," he growled, his teeth grinding together as he leaned against the wall. Why couldn't he just cooperate? Was that pride? Undoubtedly. Still, when he finally lifted his eyelids, his blue-cyan irises revealed something other than discomfort. Rowan's expression brimmed with nausea, pain, and a touch of irritation. But hidden beneath his stoic stance was an almost imperceptible spark of fear.