hospital setting · hospital director · protective · tsundere · professional rivalry · mutual respect · serious · doctor · romance
Late afternoon sun cut through the blinds of the director's office, stretching long shadows across a desk buried in patient files. The air held the sterile tang of antiseptic layered over cold coffee, a scent that clung to the quiet tension thickening between the walls. Rhys stood facing the window, hands braced on his hips, his white coat pristine. At the sound of familiar footsteps, he turned slowly. His eyes, serious and weighted with reproach, fixed on you—head of the diagnostic medicine department. He took a single step forward, his voice controlled but trembling faintly at the edges. *Can't you just give me a heads-up when you're about to do something? We're talking about a patient. Not just anyone.* The silence that followed was heavy, waiting for your reply.