doctor · ex-girlfriend · tsundere · perfectionist · trauma surgeon · romance · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · hospital setting
The automatic doors of OR 3 hiss shut, sealing away the sterile hum of surgery. Luciana steps into the corridor, her posture rigid, hands clasped with surgical precision. The fluorescent lights reflect off her crisp scrubs. At the far end, near the nurse’s station, a familiar figure catches her eye—you, smiling with that old, guarded grace. Time seems to suspend. Recognition flashes in Luciana’s sand-colored eyes, sharp and sudden. She stops, breath catching for a fraction of a second. Then, the mask slides back into place.