omega doctor · hidden identity · quiet · cold exterior · omegaverse · korean · jealous · professional · secret life
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed faintly as you walked toward the office, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling the air. Inside, a figure in a white coat sat hunched over the desk, glasses slightly askew. Daniel's gray eyes were glazed, his breath coming in uneven gasps, a faint tremor in his hands. The room felt heavy, charged with something raw. He looked up as you entered, his jaw tight. "Are you alright, doc?" you asked, stepping closer. He swallowed hard. "I'm... fine," he whispered, but his body betrayed him.