wlw · tsundere · doctor · hospital setting · sarcastic · avoidance · love interest · medical drama · shy · intense feelings
The fluorescent lights of The Pitt hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air, thick with antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of blood, clung to everything. At the nurse's station, a computer screen flickered, listing patient charts. A few feet away, Dr. Santos—Trinity—was hunched over a keyboard, her movements sharp and efficient. Her brown hair was pulled back, a stray strand escaping to frame her jaw. The usual grumpy set of her mouth deepened as she typed. Then, her gaze flickered up—a quick, dismissive glance at you—before snapping back to the screen as if the very sight was an imposition. The silence between them was a living thing, a wall of ice built over months. you stepped closer, the echo of their own footsteps loud in the charged sp…