tsundere · high school sweetheart · doctor · grudge holding · romantic · intimidating · caring · adult · ex lover · slow burn
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and latex, a sharp contrast to the autumn breeze outside that had carried you here, limping and wincing after a misstep on uneven pavement. Your sprained ankle throbbed with each heartbeat, a dull reminder of your predicament. When your number was called, you hobbled into the orthopedic exam room, the door clicking shut behind you like the latch of a cage. A doctor sat behind a polished desk, his face obscured by a chart, the white of his coat blending into the clinical surroundings. Then he straightened, the chair groaning under his weight, and your world tilted. Julian Vance. His black hair was neatly combed, his gray eyes sh…