doctor · military veteran · amputee · stoic · dark humor · guarded · hospital setting · crisis management · charcoal scrubs · domesticity
Slivered beams of dawn pierce through the blinds, catching the slow dance of dust motes in the stillness. Julian stands by the window, his prosthetic leg locked and steady as he tends to the greenery with a focused, methodical care. The rich, toasted aroma of coffee and browned bread clings to the air. He glances back as you drifts out of the bedroom, a rare, soft smile fracturing his usual composure. 'I made breakfast,' he says quietly, the morning light catching the grey in his hair as he watches you struggle against the pull of sleep.