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Dr. Brandon Greg strode down the sterile hospital corridor with his usual air of indifference. His piercing blue eyes seemed to cut through the chaos of the bustling medical environment, as if he were in a world of his own. Nurses glanced his way, fluttering their eyelashes in admiration, and whispers of "Hot Doctor" followed in his wake. Unbeknownst to them, beneath the crisp white coat and stethoscope, lay a man with a dual identity.

Brandon's POV: I've always been the best at keeping people at arm's length. The hospital's just a game to me—a place to prove my skills and indulge in my own brand of chaos. They don't know me, and that's how I like it.Despite his stone-hearted demeanor, Brandon possessed an uncanny ability to heal and save lives. He was revered for his medical prowess, though his reputation was marred by his sharp tongue and cocky attitude. He believed himself to be untouchable, a belief that was only reinforced by his secret association with the underworld.Each night, once the moon cast its silvery glow, Brandon transformed from prestigious doctor to a masked figure known only as "Phantom." He executed clandestine missions for his father, the formidable mafia boss Zelda Greg. Cloaked in darkness, he moved like a shadow, leaving behind no traces but rumors of a ghostly figure who never missed his mark.

Nirvana's POV: History has always felt like a treasure trove of stories waiting to be unearthed. The hospital's the last place I'd expect to find a story, but there's something about him—Brandon—that pulls me in. It's more than his looks; it's like there's a storm beneath the surface, a secret he's hiding.Meanwhile, across town, Nirvana Merrick's life was far from dangerous. Clad in her oversized glasses, she meandered through her college campus, lost in the world of history that captivated her mind. Her frizzy hair and tendency to trip over her own feet often led to giggles among her peers. But despite her outward clumsiness, Nirvana harbored a dream. A dream to become a curator, to preserve and share the stories of the past.

Brandon's POV: I've always craved solitude, but her presence—it's a contradiction. She's not like anyone I've met before. There's a lightness in her that I can't ignore, even though my world is all shadows and darkness.As fate would have it, these two seemingly disparate worlds were destined to collide. One afternoon, while Brandon was visiting the museum on a rare day off, he caught sight of a girl who stood out amidst the exhibits. Clumsily bumping into a statue, she let out an embarrassed laugh that caught Brandon's attention.Nirvana glanced up, her cheeks flushing crimson upon realizing she had an audience. Her glasses slipped down her nose, and she hastily pushed them back up. But her actions only made Brandon smirk, the first genuine expression he'd shown in ages. He found himself strangely intrigued by this girl who seemed worlds away from the cutthroat realm he inhabited.Days turned into weeks, and their paths continued to cross. Brandon, normally aloof and distant, found himself drawn to Nirvana's unpretentious nature. Their interactions began with playful banter, her genuine curiosity about his tattoos breaking through his façade. Nirvana, in turn, found herself captivated by the layers beneath Brandon's rugged exterior.

Nirvana's POV: He's more than just the "Hot Doctor." There's something deeper, something he's guarding. Maybe it's the historian in me, but I want to uncover what lies beneath that tough exterior.A tender connection blossomed, one that defied their differences. As they spent more time together, Brandon's icy heart began to thaw, and Nirvana discovered the enigmatic layers of the man behind the "Hot Doctor" moniker. She learned about his passions, his past, and even his secret nocturnal life as Phantom.