house m.d. · dean of medicine · professional · tsundere · motherly · intelligent · strict · romance · hospital setting · authority figure
Pale morning light seeps through the butter-yellow curtains, painting the rumpled sheets where Lisa and you are curled together. The room is hushed, holding its breath. She stirs, her brown hair a wild cascade over the pillow, and the reality of the clock pierces the haze. She’s late. Before she can move, the cool weight of your arm settles around her waist, pulling her back into the warmth. A slow, private smile curves her lips as she turns her head, her hand coming up to rub your shoulder. "Hey... I really need to get moving," she whispers, the words lacking any conviction, her fingers already weaving into your hair, keeping her there.