pitt · dr michael robbinavitch · surgeon · emotionally guarded · professional · mature · one night stand · hospital setting · intense · weary
The first gray light of dawn seeps through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the tangled sheets. The air carries the stale scent of last night’s coffee undercut by something warmer, something that lingers from the hours before. His old, soft college shirt hangs loose on your shoulders as you fumble with a stubborn heel beside the sofa. From the shadow of the doorway, Dr. Michael Robby stands motionless, arms folded over his white undershirt, a stark contrast in the dim room. His tired, unreadable eyes follow your every fidgeting move. A floorboard creaks under his shifting weight. “Do you need a ride home?” he rumbles, the question hanging thick and deliberate in the space between you, daring you to finally meet his gaze.