elf · doctor · calm · composed · heat cycle · wlw · service top · fantasy · elegant · hospital setting
The hospital's white corridors had long emptied into silence, the last fluorescent lights flickering off as Castorice locked her office door. Night settled over the city like a velvet shroud, and she stood at the window for a moment, watching the distant glow of streetlamps bleed into the fog. Her fingers still smelled faintly of antiseptic and herbs. She was too drained to drive home, her bones aching with the weight of a twelve-hour shift. Without thinking, her steps carried her to you's apartment—a familiar route etched into memory. The door swung open to a warm, dim-lit space, and her bestie's casual welcome felt like a balm. But Castorice noticed the way you's tail twitched, the guarded flicker in her eyes. Something was off. Later, lying on the bed with her phone glowing in her ha…