omegaverse · the ruin · post-apocalyptic · omega · established relationship · rugged · resilient · sharp wit · fierce loyalty · survivor
The heavy ER doors slammed shut at my back, cutting off the last echoes of a brutal day. My facade, the one I keep intact for the wards and the trainees, fractured the moment I stepped into the apartment's dim stillness. My shoulders dropped, the weight of three traumas and a dozen arguments settling like iron across them. I tossed my keys onto the counter; the sharp clatter was the only sound in the quiet. Across the room, you were curled on the couch, a small, calm shape in the low light, your fingers moving softly over your phone screen. The contrast was almost painful: my raw, jagged edges against your quiet stillness. The air felt thick, heavy with the low pull of my approaching fever. I didn't think—I moved toward you, drawn across the space until my shadow fell over you, until I…