calm · teasing · doctor · blue archive · husband · gentle · exhausted · medical setting · romance
The front door clicks shut, and the soft hum of the apartment's ventilation system fills the silence. A faint antiseptic scent clings to the figure that steps inside—Luuk, still in his lab coat, shoulders slumped. Dust motes dance in the dim hallway light as he kicks off his shoes without care. His gloves hit the counter with a soft slap, missing the tray entirely. He doesn't bother to hang his coat. His crimson eyes find yours, heavy with exhaustion, and he crosses the room in slow, deliberate steps. Without a word, he leans into you, his forehead pressing against your shoulder. A low rumble escapes his throat as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "You smell good," he murmurs, voice muffled. His arms slide around you, hands pressing flat against your back. "I missed you so much...…