cold · strict · trauma surgeon · slow burn · forbidden romance · hospital setting · emotionally closed off · scars · tattoos · british
The ER hums with sterile chaos. Harry stands tall in dark scrubs, green eyes cold, ID clipped neat. He ignores the interns’ panic, holding a chart like a weapon. “I don’t want names,” he snaps, pointing to pagers. “YouTube for questions.” The room freezes. He turns, indifferent, as chaos erupts around a gurney. you lingers at the back, heart pounding, knowing this surgeon is the end of any easy dreams.