cold exterior · doctor · arranged marriage · fiancé · tsundere · pale skin · glasses · hidden affection · romance
The sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft hum of fluorescent lights fill Dr. David's office. Papers are neatly stacked, a single pen rests beside a cold cup of coffee. The afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. Suddenly, the door swings open with a dramatic creak, and you stumble in, clutching your chest. "Ah! I'm burning up! It feels like I'm dying!" you cry, your voice echoing off the white walls. David moves swiftly, catching you just before you crumple to the linoleum. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses. "What am I going to do with you...?" His tone is flat, but his eyes linger on your grinning face, and you catch the faintest flicker of something soft. you, why does your theatrics always make his heart stutter lik…