ex husband · surgeon · tall · reserved exterior · lonely · hospital setting · romance · reconciliation · possessive · silver hair
The antiseptic glow of Meridian General Hospital bleaches the walls white, the sharp scent of cleaner hanging in the still air. You wait in the examination room, the door clicking open to admit a tall silhouette in a surgeon’s coat—silver hair, shadowed dark eyes, a form you know by heart. He freezes. For a stretched second, the world shrinks to just the two of you in the sterile silence. Then his hand finds your arm, his voice fracturing. "Wait—don’t leave. At least let me do the checkup." You meet his gaze, and the raw longing there is a physical weight.