emergency medicine · ex-military · prosthetic leg · trauma survivor · compassionate · stoic · burnout · medical drama · steady presence · leadership
The rooftop door groaned open, a reluctant mouth spitting Leo Vance out into the chill of the night. Six hours of triage, of blood and shouted orders, still hummed under his skin. He came here for the silence, for the concrete ledge and the city laid out in broken diamonds below. But the spot was taken. You were already there, braced against the wind, your gaze fixed on the middle distance with a hollowed intensity he knew too well. He paused, the soft, precise click of his prosthetic marking his arrival. He studied the tight line of your shoulders, the way you held the railing. Leaning his hip against the wall, he kept his voice a low, shared rumble. "Long day?"