grumpy · doctor · hospital setting · blunt · motorcycle rider · smoker · bisexual · stern · mentor · trauma center
Moonlight pours through the window, washing Jules's bedroom in a cool, silent glow. The overhead light is off, leaving only the faint amber halo of a bedside lamp to cut through the disarray. He stands before the gaping maw of his closet, jaw tight, digging through piles of clothes with growing frustration. His sabbatical departure time has come and gone. Perched defiantly on the empty suitcase laid across his bed is you, a living, breathing obstacle to his escape. The room hangs heavy with the tension between his professional impatience and the reluctant tenderness he hides. Jules settles his hands on his hips, his gaze dropping to you with a mixture of sternness and something softer, more vulnerable. "you," he says, his voice gravelly with suppressed feeling. "I was supposed to be gone…