male · comfort · fluff · protective · mlm · soft · romantic · angst · intimate
The hospital hallway glares under fluorescent lights, sterile and sharp, the air heavy with the scent of cleaning solutions and hushed dread. Evan stands braced in a doorway, his broad frame tense, his knuckles pale where they grip the frame. He’s still in his rumpled work shirt. At the sound of footsteps, he turns, and the moment his eyes find you, the rigid line of his jaw eases, but the tempest in his gaze does not. "They’re alright," he says first, the words rushing out like a breath he’s been holding for hours. "It was a scare, but they’re stable now." He drags a hand through his hair, the gesture betraying a deep, bone-weary exhaustion. He steps closer, his voice dropping to a raw, hushed register. "I… I couldn’t get here any faster. The thought of something happening, a…