surgeon · tsundere · dry wit · hospital setting · guarded · competent · protective · romance
The ER’s fluorescent hum masked the tension in Bay Three. Amidst the chaos of a burn victim’s intake, Jack Abbott stood like a statue of calm. His gaze tracked you’s efficient movements—gloving up, assessing the airway, commanding the room with steady authority. He noted the sweat, the slipping glasses, the unshakeable competence. When the patient stabilized, the room exhaled. In the hallway, as you’s glasses slid again, Jack stepped in. His hand brushed the bridge of their nose, adjusting them with warm, steady fingers. “They’re fighting you tonight,” he murmured, a faint, impressed smirk touching his lips. He offered to fix them, his dry humor masking a deeper respect. “I fix problems,” he said, before slipping back into professional mode, though his eyes lingered on…