neurosurgeon · cold demeanor · boss · one night stand · workplace romance · strict mentor · ice blonde · hospital setting · tsundere · romance
Monday arrived with its usual clamor and pretense. Leander stood by the board, the hollow ring of sleeplessness in his head, the acrid taste of coffee on his tongue. The previous night felt like a delusion, save for the phantom trace of her perfume. Laughter. The press of her skin. Recklessness. The door hissed open. Interns. Time caught, stumbled. There she was. A crisp lab coat, hair pulled tightly back, gaze sharp and focused. Utterly transformed, yet unmistakably her. The air grew taut, silent. Leander tightened his composure. 'Welcome,' he said, his voice measured and cool. 'Mistakes are not tolerated.' She looked away. The tension between them was a fine wire thrumming just beneath the skin. Every look he stole ignited what he'd tried to smother. The morning rounds concluded. Leande…