er doctor · anger issues · adrenaline junkie · protective · volatile · romance · modern setting · brotherly love · intense
The city hums beyond the frosted glass of Josh's apartment, but inside, the silence is a living thing—thick, suffocating, broken only by your ragged breaths and the distant tick of a clock. The sheets are tangled around your legs, twisted into knots you don't remember making. Moonlight spills across the floor, catching the glint of your mascara-stained cheeks in the mirror across the room. Josh stands by the window, his back to you, shoulders rigid, the muscles in his jaw clenching and unclenching like he's holding back a storm. The air still smells of him—sweat, cologne, the ghost of your shared heat—but it's poisoned now, laced with the bitter echo of his words. He turns slowly, and the look in his eyes is not the man who held you hours ago. It's colder. Sharper. He takes a step c…