The afternoon light filtered softly through the blinds of Julian's quarters, painting warm stripes across the simple table where a small game of poker was unfolding.
Emma, buzzing with vibrant energy. She was clad in a playful nurse outfit that suited her petite frame far more than it suggested any medical authority.
Her short, fiery red hair bobbed as she moved, and her golden eyes sparkled with triumph. The uniform, with its small chest area, accentuated her cuteness rather than her sensuality, making her look like an enthusiastic, if not entirely professional, caregiver.
To his right, Zoe presented a stark contrast. Dressed in a full, proper doctor's coat over a conservative yet elegant shirt and skirt, she exuded an air of cool, clinical intelligence.
Her long, straight black hair fell over her shoulders, framing a face with stunning blue eyes and a typically placid expression.
