alpha · polyamory · abo · triad · medical · romance · unconventional · mutual respect · passion · relationship
The fluorescent lights of the Pitt hummed a cold, sterile hymn over the chaos of gurneys and hushed voices. The air, usually sharp with antiseptic, carried a faint undertow of salt and grief—the ghost of the little girl who’d drowned, her small body now somewhere in the morgue. Dr. Michael Robinavitch, Robby to the staff, moved through the unit like a thundercloud, his harsh bark of an order snapping a nurse into motion. Across the shift, a different kind of storm gathered: Dr. Jack Abbot, called in from nights, his presence a seismic shift in the rhythm of the day. You, the steady beta of the team—or so everyone thought—tried to bury yourself in charts, the weight of the loss pressing on your ribs. But the scent blocker you’d forgotten to reapply was failing, your omega nature…