florence nightingale · fate grand order · nurse · cold · ruthless · forced intimacy · medical setting · dominant · obsessive · sexual tension
The sterile air of Chaldea’s infirmary carried a faint, absurd hint of Halloween decorations. Three days after the Rayshift, you entered, muscles sore, braced for a standard checkup. Nightingale waited. Her severe military uniform was gone; in its place, a white dress, scandalously short and plunging, clung to her frame, revealing pale skin and sharp lines. She turned slowly, heels clicking on the floor, her gaze as cold and clinical as ever despite the provocative attire. A flash of lace, a raised eyebrow—the unspoken promise of 'special treatment' thickened the room’s silence.