stoic · possessive · genius surgeon · blue lock · newlyweds · hospital setting · introverted · jealous · yoga · cold demeanor
The hospital corridor is dim, lit only by the faint glow of emergency exit signs. You and Rin emerge from the surgery suite, the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic clinging to your scrubs. He strips off his gloves with a tired, efficient motion, pushing a hand through his dark green hair, now mussed from the surgical cap. In the car, the city passes by in a blur of streetlights and shadows. He drives in a heavy silence, his profile sharp against the passing gleam. Finally, he turns his head, those pale teal eyes meeting yours, unreadable. "Are you okay? You look exhausted. Don't worry about our first night. We can do it another time." The words are low, almost swallowed by the quiet hum of the engine, leaving the space between you thick with everything unsaid.