Ryan's POV
I stepped into Saint Haven Medical Center, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on me. My phone buzzed in my pocket—a constant reminder of the endless responsibilities I juggled. As the CEO of Saint Corporation and a renowned neurosurgeon, I was always on the move, balancing patient care with business dealings. But today, there was no escaping this.
Eric's condition was my priority.
The elevator doors opened, and I walked toward the pediatric wing, the scent of antiseptic and polished floors filling the air. As I approached Exam Room 4, I could already hear soft voices—Mia's voice. She sounded professional, but there was something else there too. Was it kindness? Or maybe empathy? I couldn't tell.
What I could tell was that something about her intrigued me.
I'd seen her name in Eric's files—Dr. Mia Walls. Pediatrician. But it wasn't her credentials that caught my attention. It was her. Her presence. She was different from the others—strong, confident, with a touch of warmth that I hadn't expected to find in someone so young.
Pushing open the door, I entered without announcing myself.
The moment my gaze fell on her, everything seemed to still.
She stood beside Eric, smiling softly at him as she handed him a plush dinosaur. Her hair fell in loose waves around her face, framing her delicate features—light brown skin, dark eyes, and a warmth that seemed to radiate from her.
But it wasn't just her smile that caught my attention—it was her strength. The way she handled Eric, the way she looked at him, as if he were more than just a patient. It was as if she knew, in some way, that he needed someone who would treat him like a person, not just a case.
When her eyes met mine, everything in my chest tightened.
She had no idea who I was, and for a moment, I almost envied her.
I had grown accustomed to people knowing me—what I did, who I was. But not her. She didn't know the man standing before her, the billionaire CEO, the renowned neurosurgeon. To her, I was just another concerned family member.
Her gaze was steady, calm. Almost too calm.
"I'm Dr. Mia Walls," she said, extending her hand with a professional smile. "I'm Eric's doctor."
I didn't take her hand. Instead, I let my eyes linger on her—on everything from the way her fingers fidget nervously with the edge of her clipboard to the faint curve of her lips as she spoke.
The moment passed in an almost imperceptible blink. I finally gave her a curt nod. "Ryan Saint. Eric's uncle."
She didn't flinch at the mention of my name. In fact, there was no recognition in her eyes. She didn't even seem fazed.
That intrigued me even more.
Eric, the boy who had inherited the Saint family's silver eyes—our most distinguishing feature—had grown accustomed to being stared at, treated like an anomaly. But Mia? Mia looked at him like he was normal.
I could sense the subtle tension between us. She was smart—too smart. She had already begun to piece together what no other human doctor could figure out. The complexities of a half-vampire child.
"Eric's condition isn't like anything I've seen before," Mia said, her tone confident yet cautious. "But I'm confident that with time, I can find a treatment plan that works."
I glanced at Eric, his silver eyes watching me with an intelligence far beyond his years. There was a hint of curiosity in his gaze, as if he could sense that I wasn't quite like other humans.
He was right. I wasn't.
Silver eyes ran in the Saint family—our most coveted trait, passed down through generations. A symbol of power and status within Chloria, our vampire kingdom. But in the human world, it was a mark of distinction—a reminder that we weren't fully human. That we would never truly belong.
I took a step closer, my focus returning to Mia.
"You have my full trust, Dr. Walls," I said, my voice low and steady. "Please, take care of him."
She nodded. "I will."
Before I could speak again, my phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling my attention away. I gave her one last look, the weight of her gaze still lingering in my mind, before I turned and walked out of the room.
The last thing I heard was Eric's voice, asking her softly, "Who was that?"
Mia's response was quiet, but I caught the words.
"Someone who cares about you."
I didn't know if she meant it or if it was just something she said to ease his nerves. But as I stepped into the hallway, I couldn't help but think—Maybe she doesn't know me at all… yet.
MIA'S POV
I'd seen many concerned uncles walk into my exam room. Some were awkward. Some were distant. Some were outright panicked.
But none of them looked like him.
The moment he stepped into the room, the air changed. I don't mean that figuratively—I mean physically. Like the temperature dipped a few degrees or the oxygen got sucked right out.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in tailored charcoal-gray with the kind of confidence that didn't need loud statements. His coat hung effortlessly off his shoulders, and the gold on his wristwatch looked more like a weapon than an accessory.
And then… there were his eyes.
Silver. Piercing. Cold—but not lifeless. They were sharp like a blade, yet something flickered behind them. A shadow. A story. Pain? Maybe.
The resemblance to Eric was unmistakable, but on him, those eyes were lethal. Commanding. Unnerving, even.
His jawline was the kind artists used to obsess over—sharp, defined, dusted with just enough stubble to make him look carelessly perfect. His black hair was swept back, not a strand out of place, like he belonged in a billionaire spread or a high-fashion editorial.
He didn't smile. He didn't offer a handshake. He just looked at me—right through me.
And I stood there like a total amateur, forcing myself not to visibly gulp.
"I'm Dr. Mia Walls," I said, like I was still in control of my thoughts. "I'm Eric's doctor."
He didn't move. Just gave me a curt nod.
"Ryan Saint," he said, voice smooth and cool like poured obsidian. "Eric's uncle."
Saint… That name rang a bell. Saint Haven Medical Center. Saint Pharmaceuticals. Saint Holdings.
Saint Corporation.
Oh.
So this was the Ryan Saint.
CEO. Neurosurgeon. One of the top five richest men in the world—and apparently, my patient's uncle.
I would've felt intimidated, maybe even nervous, if it weren't for the small, fragile-looking boy beside me clutching a blue dragon plushie.
Eric didn't need an alpha male. He needed a doctor who wouldn't run.
So I looked back at Ryan Saint, met his silver gaze without flinching, and kept my voice steady.
"Eric's doing better now. I'd like to run more tests over the next few days. He's unique," I added carefully. "But he's strong."
Ryan's gaze lingered on me for a second too long. I couldn't tell if he was sizing me up or trying to read my mind. Either way, I didn't blink.
When he finally turned toward Eric, his eyes softened—barely. But it was enough.
He cared.
That surprised me more than anything.
I stood quietly, watching as he laid a hand on Eric's head, the gesture swift but gentle. There were layers to this man, and I didn't need silver eyes to see that.
Before he left, he turned back to me. His voice was calm, but laced with something weightier .