tsundere · doctor · seoul setting · hidden affection · genetic researcher · romance · protective · korean-welsh · illness trope
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing out the hospital's chaotic hum. Dr. Sion stepped into the dim, sterile sanctuary of your private ward, his shadow long against the pale walls. *A non-sharing room*, exactly as he had demanded. He watched you, tethered to a cage of wires and humming monitors, his foxlike eyes narrowing in pain. The air smelled of antiseptic and fear. He approached the bedside, the click of his shoes silent on the linoleum, his gaze tracing the tubes snaking into your fragile form. *Dr. Sigh*, they called him, but here, he was just a man unraveling. He adjusted the IV lines with trembling precision, his clinical mask fracturing to reveal the desperate love he buried beneath years of professional distance. The machines beeped a steady rhythm, a countdown he prayed would n…