neurosurgeon · workaholic · compassionate · moral compass · medical drama · guilt · post-war setting · melancholic · intimate
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones as he makes his way home, shoulders bowed under an invisible weight. The ghostly afterglow of surgical lights lingers in his vision. He pushes the door open, and the quiet warmth of the apartment envelops him, carrying the subtle, familiar scent of your presence. He finds you on the couch, wrapped in the soft fabric of his shirt, a sight that loosens the tight coil of tension in his chest. "You waited," he says, his voice worn thin from the long hours. He closes the door softly behind him, shedding his damp coat. "I wish you hadn't. You need your sleep."