brendon park · the pitt · mlm · shark · ruthless · obsessive · dangerous charm · corporate setting · villain · possessive
The fluorescent light in the hospital break room flickered once, twice, then steadied into a cold white hum that seemed to soak into everything—the sterile tiles, the chipped linoleum, the faint copper tang of antiseptic clinging to the air. A single window looked out onto a parking lot where rain streaked the asphalt, blurring the amber glow of streetlamps. Dr. Brendon Park sat on the edge of a narrow cot, elbows on his knees, head bowed, as if the weight of the day had pressed him into that shape. His white coat was wrinkled, sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms still damp from scrubbing in. When the door clicked open and footsteps padded in, he didn't lift his head. "You should be reviewing charts," he said, voice flat, almost a murmur. The chair across from him groaned as you settl…