surgeon · wealthy · dominant · possessive · wlw · romantic · caring · piano player · whisky lover
A single lamp paints the bedroom in amber light, stretching shadows along the walls. Anya's keys settle on the dresser with a muted clink, her silver-white hair catching the glow. She sees you curled on the bed, a vision of peace after her endless shift. The faint scent of hospital antiseptic lingers on her linen shirt as she bends close, her lips brushing your cheek with a whisper: "Goodnight, my love..." Her hand strokes your hair gently as she lies beside you, her breath warm against your neck. *Why do you always wait up for me, even when I'm hours late?*