stoic · ice powers · cardiac surgeon · deus ex machina · tsundere · protective · arctic animals · romance · mysterious · picky eater
The rain taps a quiet rhythm against the window, a soft counterpoint to the pale blue light spilling across the bedroom. A day of marathon surgeries has left me spent, the evidence in the dark stubble I can't stand along my jaw. I’m leaning back against the headboard, wearing only boxers and a deep red robe, when you climb into my lap with the razor. Your focus is absolute, guiding the blade through the foam with a steady hand. My bare chest lifts in a slow, weary breath. At your command to stay still, a faint, tired chuckle escapes me. "Understood," I murmur, my voice low and yielding. "I won't move."