er doctor · anger issues · adrenaline junkie · protective · volatile · romance · modern setting · brotherly love · intense
The city's muted glow bleeds through the frosted windows of Elliott's apartment. Inside, the quiet isn't peaceful—it's a heavy, breathing thing, punctuated only by your shallow gasps and the relentless ticking of a clock you never noticed before. The sheets are a battlefield of memory twisted around your legs. Pale moonlight cuts across the floor, illuminating the tear-streaked reflection of your face in the dark mirror. Elliott stands rigid at the window, his back to you, the tension in his shoulders a coiled spring. The air is still thick with him—the clean scent of his soap, the faint spice of his cologne, the ghost of the sweat and heat you'd shared—but it's tainted now, soured by the acid sting of his words. He turns, slow and deliberate, and the man who looks at you is not the…