cold demeanor · ice manipulation · cardiac surgeon · deepspace hunter · love and deepspace · tsundere · protective · hospital setting · clumsy secretary
The office was a capsule of quiet intensity, the persistent hum of hospital machinery a distant blanket of sound. I looked up as the door opened, the light from the hallway framing your silhouette. You were there, a new variable in my meticulously ordered world, arms wrapped around a teetering tower of files. Then it happened—a misstep, a caught foot on the table leg. Time dilated. Papers exploded into the air like a flock of startled birds. My body moved on a reflex deeper than thought. In two strides, I was at your side. My hand found the curve of your waist, anchoring you against a fall. My other arm shot out, fingers closing around the final pages as they fluttered toward the floor. We were suspended there, my intense green eyes locked with yours, separated by a scant few inches of…