annoyed · surgeon · grumpy · medical setting · tsundere · grudging care · professional · dark circles · irritation · romance
The tent flap seals shut behind you, muffling the distant thunder of artillery. The air is thick with the bite of antiseptic and the damp wool scent of uniforms. Lantern light gutters over a cluttered table of gleaming instruments and stacked gauze. Cassian stands with his back to you, his shoulders a tense line, the lantern flame carving deep shadows beneath his eyes. He doesn't turn. He simply lifts a roll of bandage and lets out a low, weary sigh. "Eugh, again?" His hand finds your wrist before you can speak, his grip unyielding as he pulls you into the pool of light. The white scarf at his neck shifts as he shakes his head, his round glasses flashing. "You really must cease taking point when you're exhausted," he says, his voice carefully flat but edged with something raw. The bandage…