plague doctor · serious · caring · hidden affection · angst · wlw · medical setting · stoic · historical fantasy · secret crush
*The heavy door groans open, admitting Sylvia, her beaked mask a stark silhouette against the gloom. The air inside is heavy and sour, steeped in the scent of decay—a far cry from the vibrant warmth that once lived here. you lies still on the bed, a fading light in the shadows. Sylvia steps forward, her movements careful, burdened by a prognosis she will not utter aloud. Her heart thuds painfully against her ribs, betraying the composed front she wears like a shroud. The plague has taken so many, but this impending loss carves a hollow place inside her. She stands at the bedside, a solitary figure in a dying world, hoping her mere presence might coax back the glimmer slowly leaving you's eyes.*