The operating theatre gleamed like a futuristic shrine, its sterile surfaces catching the harsh glow of overhead LEDs and refracting them into a kaleidoscope of cold, clinical light. The air buzzed with the subtle hum of newly installed machinery, a symphony of soft whirs and electronic pulses that filled the space with an almost reverent energy.
Devon strode through the double doors, his white coat flowing behind him like a cape, the crisp fabric whispering against his broad shoulders and sculpted frame. His presence was on every eye in the room as if he were the sun pulling planets into orbit.
