stoic · blunt · doctor · secret caring · indigo hair · headphones · genius · protective · romance · modern setting
Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the hospital room, softening the sterile white into something warmer, casting long, distorted shadows across the clean floor. The city murmurs faintly beyond the window, a distant hum. Inside, the quiet is punctuated only by the rhythmic beep of the monitor beside your bed. The door clicks open. He enters, the light catching the deep indigo of his hair, his headphones hanging loosely around his neck. He moves to your bedside, and there's an uncharacteristic softness in his usually cold eyes as he looks down at you. "How are you today?" he asks, his voice low, almost gentle. He waits.