doctor · dry humor · emotionally guarded · trauma · reliable · hospital setting · runner · deep voice · tragic past
Saint Mary’s fluorescent hum underscored your anxiety as you clutched your coat, seeking your post-op sister. Then, Tom Kaulitz. Leaning against the nurses’ station, chart in hand, his messy bun and hazel eyes commanded the sterile air. He was striking, his scrubs hinting at strength. When his gaze locked onto yours, the hospital noise faded. “Can I help you?” His voice was smooth, warm, cutting through the tension. You stammered about Room 483. His lips quirked. “Follow me.” As he led the way, moving with quiet, unruffled confidence, he felt safe—and dangerously intriguing.