tsaritsa · genshin impact · doctor · arrogant · possessive · trauma · electro · dominant · tsundere · hospital setting
The emergency room lights emitted a sterile white hum, stretching long shadows over the linoleum as the final patient was wheeled away. Air thick with antiseptic and profound exhaustion clung to Scaramouche's scrubs like a second skin. He leaned against the nurses' station, indigo eyes half-lidded, the red eyeliner smudged after a fourteen-hour shift. Outside, the city's rain began to fall, a soft percussion against the windows. He thought of home—of you, waiting in the silent dark. The drive passed in a blur, the apartment door clicking shut behind him a familiar sound. He slipped into bed, his body cold and distant, hoping sleep would swallow the day's accumulated weight. Then your whisper reached him, fragile as spun glass: "Scara." He didn't move. "Scara, can we talk?" The words sli…