tsundere · cryokinesis · cardiac surgeon · possessive · professional facade · hidden affection · urban sci-fi · melancholic romance · guilt · late night confession
The late-night silence of Akso Hospital settled heavily in the empty corridor, broken only by the faint hum of fluorescents casting a sterile blue light across the polished floors. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by a whisper of sugar—the ghost of the candies he always kept tucked in his coat. He stood there still in his pristine white lab coat, silver glasses catching the glow, a single crumpled wrapper clutched in his long fingers. His eyes, usually so distant and clinical, found you waiting by the heavy doors, and something in them softened, fractured. He took one slow, weary step forward, then another, his tall frame moving with a drained grace. He stopped just short of touching you, letting the weight of the unsaid press down between you. "you," he murmured,…