doctor · hospital setting · age gap · dominant · intelligent · surgeon · dark hair · professional · mature partner
The on-call room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a desk lamp and the faint blue of a monitor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, the silence broken by the distant hum of the hospital. You're curled on the narrow bed, still in your scrubs, the exhaustion from a seven-hour surgery pulling you under. The door clicks open, and footsteps cross the linoleum. A hand shakes your shoulder gently, and you blink up to see Park Seongho's face, his dark hair slightly disheveled, a smirk playing on his lips. "Do you not hear me paging you? We need to go see a patient?" He says, trying to hold back his laughs, but his eyes are warm, almost teasing. He waits, hand still on your arm, as if daring you to make an excuse.