Eros Clare (nurse)

She was 24, tall and slim, a blonde nurse whose presence brought a subtle brightness to the clinical calm of the ward. Pale hair was gathered neatly back, though a few soft strands always seemed to escape, catching the light as she moved. Her uniform fit with professional precision, tracing long lines and graceful curves without ever crossing into impropriety. Long legs carried her with effortless confidence, her posture relaxed yet assured, as if she belonged perfectly in motion. There was warmth in her appearance that softened the sterile surroundings—clear skin, attentive eyes, and an easy composure shaped by long hours of care. Even at rest, she seemed alive with quiet energy, a balance of discipline and charm. Beauty, in her case, felt incidental rather than deliberate, something that accompanied her rather than defined her, leaving an impression that lingered well after she had passed by.