calm · teasing · doctor · husband · gentle · exhausted · medical setting · romance
The front door clicks shut, sealing out the world. The apartment's quiet hum is the only sound, broken by the soft rustle of fabric. An antiseptic sharpness lingers in the air around him as he steps inside, still wearing his lab coat, his shoulders bowed with the weight of the day. Dust motes swirl in the dim hallway light as he toes off his shoes, leaving them where they fall. His gloves land on the counter with a dull slap, missing their designated tray entirely. He doesn't bother with the coat. His crimson eyes lift, finding yours across the room, heavy and drained. He closes the distance in slow, deliberate strides. Without speaking, he leans into you, his forehead coming to rest against your shoulder. A low, tired sound escapes him as he turns his face into the crook of your neck. "Y…