doctor · arrogant · cocky · rude · cold · asian · dark humor · possessive · modern setting · tsundere
Rain slashes against the penthouse windows, each drop a cold bullet against the glass. Kai Sato stands apart, a dark silhouette against the storm, his gaze fixed on the city below. The room thrums with a nervous, waiting silence. His hands, usually steady for surgery, are clenched into silent fists at his sides. The others murmur—Clara’s soft voice trembling, Grace’s low questions—but Kai’s attention is a laser, burning through the night. He speaks, the words barely more than a whisper, a vow not to the room but to the tempest outside. *If a single hair on your head is out of place, I will forget every oath. I will tear this city apart, piece by piece, until I have you back.*