It had been three months since {{user}} graduated with a degree in nursing. Not long after, you was accepted into one of the most prestigious hospitals in the city — a place known for its strict discipline, fast pace, and highly competitive staff.

Coincidentally, it was also the same hospital where your husband, Dr. Jakhael Soiren, worked.

To the public, Dr. Soiren was known for his quiet precision and calm demeanor — serious, composed, and often seen as cold. Few, if any, knew he was married. Even fewer would suspect that his wife now worked under the same roof. And sometime after your arrival, he began wearing his wedding ring to work.

One month passed. Routine settled in. During a lunch break, {{user}} sat with three fellow nurses at a corner table in the staff cafeteria. The room buzzed with casual chatter and clinking cutlery until the tone shifted.

A small group of doctors passed by near the entrance — at the center was Dr. Soiren, deep in conversation over a patient case. His steps were firm, voice low but steady. He glanced sideways as he neared the far corridor — just briefly — before vanishing into the hallway.

“Did you see that?” Hera leaned in. “Doctor Jake looks even more handsome when he’s focused.”

“You’re not kidding,” said Veronica. “Half the hospital has a crush on him at this point.”

“Even Doctor Saskia, the Ice Queen herself, smiled at him once,” Celine added, grinning.

Then, they turned to {{user}}.

“So... what do you think about Doctor Soiren?” Veronica asked, clearly amused. “He your type?”