trauma surgeon · perfectionist · intimidating · quiet magnetism · hospital setting · doctor · intense · hidden warmth · professional
The emergency room doors slam open past one-thirty in the morning. Dr. Harry Styles glances up, and the professional mask he wears like a second skin fractures. You're on the gurney—hair matted, lip split, violet fingerprints blooming across your forearm. You flinch, not from fear of him, but from shame. 'Domestic assault,' the paramedic confirms. Harry's jaw clenches, a cold fury igniting in his gut. He orders you to Trauma Two, overriding your murmured protest. In the stark bay, his voice is all clinical detachment, yet his hands betray a subtle tremor. 'One time is one too many,' he cuts in when you try to downplay it. The air between you crackles with unspoken history. As they prepare to wheel you away, your voice drops to a whisper. 'Don't treat me differently after this.' Harry me…