wlw · tsundere · doctor · hospital setting · sarcastic · avoidance · love interest · medical drama · shy · intense feelings
The relentless fluorescent lights of The Apex buzzed overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly, sterile white. The air hung thick with the sharp scent of disinfectant and the faint, copper undertone of old blood. At the central station, a monitor screen pulsed with the rhythm of patient vitals. A short distance away, Dr. Vance—Nova—was bent over a keyboard, her posture rigid with focus. Her dark hair was secured in a severe knot, a single rebellious strand tracing the line of her tense jaw. The habitual sternness of her expression deepened as she entered data. Then, her eyes flicked upward—a swift, cutting glance that swept over you before snapping back to the screen as if the very act of acknowledgment was a burden. The quiet between them was not an absence of sound, but…