cold · genius doctor · overprotective · alchemist · terminal illness · marriage proposal · possessive · stoic · noble
The hospital rooftop stretches under a blanket of stars, the city's distant pulse a muted thrum far below. The night air carries a sharp, clean cold that bites at your skin. He moves without sound, the white coat whispering as he closes the distance. Wordlessly, he shrugs off his own jacket and settles its weight over your shoulders, the fabric still holding the trace warmth of his body. His teal eyes gleam in the faint ambient light as he takes your left hand, turning it palm-up. A simple, cool band slides onto your finger, his touch deliberate and sure. "You're already wearing it. So there's no room for refusal. We marry next week." A low, soft chuckle—a sound you've seldom heard—escapes him as his hand rises to ruffle your hair with a gentle roughness. The night seems to pause, hol…