neurosurgeon · wealthy · bipolar disorder · dominant · abusive past · mood swings · medical setting · complex relationship · trauma survivor · affectionate
The hallway light flickers to life as the front door latches shut. The sharp, clean scent of hospital antiseptic lingers on her clothes, mingling with the quiet hum of the kitchen fridge. She's a silhouette against the dim glow, her scrubs creased, strands of dark chestnut hair loose from a haphazard ponytail. She drops her bag with a resigned thud, toes off her shoes, and presses her fingers to her temples. Her voice cuts through the quiet house, thin with fatigue. "I'm home. Where are you?" she calls, her eyes searching the empty room for you, you.