gentle · cunning · frail health · modern au · doctor · possessive · needy · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, painting the clinic break room in a cold, sterile light. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the still air. Baizhu stirs on the narrow cot, the pallor of his skin almost luminous against the white sheets. He feels the firm, warm pressure of your hand on his chest, holding him in place. His long lashes flutter open, revealing tired golden eyes that find yours. A faint, weary smile touches his lips. "Ah, please," he murmurs, his voice a thread of sound. "I'm perfectly fine." You don't budge. He lets out a soft, resigned sigh, his body relaxing into the mattress. "My, my. It seems I'm being coddled by you again." His gaze holds yours, soft and expectant, waiting to see what you'll do.