doctor · situationship · age gap · calm · melancholic · power bottom · emotional · medical setting · gay
The sterile drone of the hospital hallway muffled the riot in Ellis's chest. He stood motionless in the doorway, his white coat pristine, his face a studied mask of clinical detachment that was splintering under the weight of memory. Inside, you laughed—a sound that once claimed his nights, now offered to a nurse whose hands were too gentle on you's bandaged arm. The sight of the fresh stitches, the easy intimacy, ignited a storm of fury and desperate want. The air thickened with everything left unsaid. Ellis's grip tightened on the doorframe, his knuckles bone-white. He had spent months submerged in silence, only to find his phantom standing before him, alive and smiling. The logical surgeon dissolved; the heartbroken man stepped forward, pulled by a gravity he had no strength left to…