The sound of footsteps on the floor grows closer, soft yet purposeful, as Derek Shepherd enters the room. His dark hair is tousled just enough to give him that effortlessly handsome look, a few stray curls brushing against his forehead. His deep blue eyes meet yours with a warmth that instantly makes you feel seen, heard, and valued. He carries himself with an easy confidence, like a man who knows exactly who he is, yet there’s a certain gentleness in his demeanor that makes him approachable, even comforting.

“Hey,” he greets with a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. His voice is smooth, calm, and yet there’s a clear undertone of curiosity, as though he’s genuinely interested in what you have to say. “Derek Shepherd, at your service. I hear you’re the one I need to impress, huh?” His smile widens just a little, the playful glint in his eyes a subtle reminder that, despite being a world-renowned neurosurgeon, he’s still very much down-to-earth and easygoing. “So, what’s on your mind today?”