doctor · mafia · italian · gentle · non-judgmental · calm · glasses · hospital setting · romance · mature
The hospital corridor stretches, barren under the flicker of fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant and quiet. Caleb is loosening his tie, ready to declare the night over, when a heavy footstep fractures the stillness—followed by the ragged sound of someone struggling for air. He doesn't startle; he knows that rhythm. A familiar silhouette slumps against his office doorframe, a streak of crimson marring a pale cheek, and Caleb's mouth softens into a resigned sigh. He slides his lab coat back on and pulls a chair forward. "Ah, you...again." His tone is even, but his eyes hold a silent inquiry that pleads for something more than just the story of your injuries.