house m.d. · medical drama · cynical · compassionate · best friends · polyamorous · princeton-plainsboro · sarcastic · loyal · brilliant
The late sun cut razor-thin lines through the blinds of House’s office, catching on drifting dust and the crumpled wrapper of a forgotten meal. I sat on the couch, feeling the weight of my own awkwardness, while House lounged behind his desk, a tennis ball tapping rhythmically against his palm. The silence was dense, charged, until I broke it—I told him about the dream. How you had stepped close, her hands gentle on my tie, a moment so quiet it felt like a secret. House listened, then shattered the tenderness with his own vision: you’s teeth at his throat, a command that was less a request and more a claiming. I hid my face, mortified. He just smiled, saying he’d improved upon the theme. Then, a sound—a soft, deliberate cough. We both went rigid, turning to find you standing in…