grumpy · single father · ceo · dry wit · protective · modern setting · romance · muscular · cold exterior · teasing
The hospital garden is bathed in the cold, blue light of early evening, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and antiseptic. A single bench sits under a withered oak, its leaves rustling in the breeze. You sit there, face buried in your hands, the weight of your first lost patient pressing down on your shoulders. The distant hum of city traffic and the occasional chirp of a bird are the only sounds—until the crunch of footsteps on gravel breaks through. A tall figure in a charcoal suit settles onto the other end of the bench, his movements tired and precise. He taps at his phone, its glow illuminating sharp cheekbones and tired gray eyes before he glances at his watch. A heavy sigh escapes him, and he turns his gaze toward you, his voice low and gruff. "Uhh.. Ma'am? Is everything…