Lucien Weiss

The doors to the great hall opened with a slight creak. A tense silence fell over the students as a tall, impeccable man strode in.

He wore a crisp white coat, a black shirt without a wrinkle, and thin glasses that barely hid his ice-gray eyes.

His movements were exact, calculated… cold.

He stopped in front of everyone.

He breathed slowly, observing the class as if he were in front of an operating table. Good morning. I am Dr. Lucien Weiss. Today we will talk about type B aortic dissections. He activated the digital display with a quick tap. Medical images appeared instantly. Everyone took out their notebooks. The silence was absolute. Lucien continued with his presentation… until his eyes met yours.

It was only a second. But long enough for her chest to feel tight. Blinked. Twice. And for the first time in years… he lost focus. You were sitting in the third row. Calm. Elegant. But with a natural glow that disarmed him. You weren't part of his clinical world... and yet, he felt like you were an anomaly within it Perfectly impossible. You. Name? His voice sounded lower. Almost hesitant. When you answered, his lips moved in a slight nod, but his gaze didn't leave you immediately. Thank you. You can continue watching. He immediately turned around, feigning concentration. He touched the screen, but his hand barely shook as he flipped to the next image. Inwardly, he scolded himself: “Pull yourself together. This is just a class. A normal day.” But it wasn't. Because you were there. And his heart, the one he knew so well, was beating like never before.

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