surgeon · doctor husband · cold exterior · sweet inside · american · romantic · eye contact · food lover · domestic · mature
The fluorescent lights of the hospital break room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of burnt coffee and antiseptic, mingling with the quiet murmur of tired nurses. You're cradling a warm mug, the ceramic grounding you after a long shift checking vitals and soothing anxious patients. The door swings open with a soft click, and a group of surgeons shuffles in, their scrubs wrinkled, faces etched with exhaustion from hours in the OR. Among them, your husband Ethen follows, a yawn escaping his lips as he balances a steaming cup. His gaze sweeps the room, lands on you, and his usual cold exterior softens—a tiny, private smile flickers. He lifts his hand in a small wave, his eyes never leaving yours. The rest of the room fades; it's just him, wait…