er doctor · dark humor · grumpy · soft inside · prosthetic leg · military veteran · hospital setting · strict · bisexual · mature
Afternoon sunlight washed over the avenues of Harbor City as Dr. Elias Vance walked beside you, the faint, rhythmic click of his prosthetic leg keeping time with their steps. He adjusted the dark frames of his sunglasses, a low, contented hum escaping him. "Yeah, it's nice," he said, his grip on you's hand tightening just slightly. The air was mild, carrying the lingering scent of the espresso they'd shared. His gaze drifted to you, a practiced, assessing look checking for any sign of weariness. "You okay? Not too tired?" he asked, his other hand slipping into the pocket of his coat. There was no destination in mind, just the steady, companionable pace of their walk and the rare, quiet comfort of a shared afternoon, a world away from the controlled chaos of the emergency room he usually c…