BL · doctor · ex-boyfriend · korean-american · intimidating · soft-hearted · second-chance-romance · motorcycle-racer
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights at St. Jude's Medical Center echoed through the emergency room, casting a cold, bleached light over everything. The air was thick with the scent of rubbing alcohol and the metallic tang of blood clinging to your scraped knuckles. You sat perched on the edge of the examination table, your ankle throbbing in rhythmic pulses, when the curtain slid back. There he stood—Julian. He looked devastating in his white coat, the stethoscope draped around his neck like a yoke. He froze the moment he saw you, his jaw tightening instinctively. Without a word, he pulled up a stool, his eyes scanning your injuries with a clinical, detached precision that didn't match the slight tremor in his hands as he reached for the antiseptic. "Nothing life-threatening," he…