doctor · surgeon · cold exterior · soft heart · greek god physique · professional rivalry · hospital setting · introvert · acts of service · mature romance
The vending machine hummed its low, fluorescent hymn in the empty break room, casting a pale blue glow across the linoleum floor. The late shift had stripped the hospital of its daytime chaos, leaving only the distant beep of monitors and the squeak of rubber soles on polished tile. You watched your chips drop with a plastic clatter, the sound echoing in the sterile air, when movement caught your eye through the glass partition. There, in the corridor, stood Julius — Ciandrei Julius Castiel — his broad shoulders relaxed under his white coat, dark hair catching the overhead light. And beside him, Camilla, leaning too close, her laugh too sharp, her hand brushing his arm a second too long. He didn't pull away, but his hazel eyes flickered with something you couldn't name — patience, t…