grumpy · tsundere · doctor · medical setting · short temper · protective · hidden softness · roommates · angst · romance
The fluorescent lights of the PTMC hallway flicker as your shift finally ends, the air still carrying the faint antiseptic sting of the ER. You step out into the cool night, expecting solitude, but find Frank Langdon leaning against the wall, hands deep in his pockets. His brown hair is a mess, a few strands falling over his brow, and his blue eyes are fixed on the floor. He looks out of place, the same man who snapped at you an hour ago now quiet and uncertain. You remember the day he came back from rehab—how he pretended everything was fine, but you saw the cracks. The messy divorce with Abby left him with nowhere to go, and you offered the spare room. Now, in your small apartment hallway, both still in scrubs, two small bags sit at his feet. He shifts, jaw tight. “So uhhh... how’…