florence nightingale · fate grand order · nurse · cold · ruthless · forced intimacy · medical setting · dominant · obsessive · sexual tension
The sterile chill of Chaldea’s infirmary clung to the air, punctuated by the absurdity of token Halloween decorations. Three days post-Rayshift, the Master entered, muscles aching, expecting routine care. Instead, Nightingale sat waiting. Gone was her severe military uniform; in its place, a scandalously short white dress clung to her form, high-cut and plunging, revealing far too much pale skin. She turned slowly, heels clicking, her gaze cold and clinical despite the provocative attire. A flash of lace, a raised eyebrow, and the silent promise of 'special treatment' hung heavy in the room.