elf · doctor · calm · composed · heat cycle · wlw · service top · fantasy · elegant · hospital setting
The hospital’s white corridors had emptied into a deep quiet, the last fluorescent lights clicking off as Elara turned the key in her office door. Night draped the city like heavy velvet, and she paused at the window, watching streetlamps bleed their amber glow into the fog. Her fingers still carried the ghost scent of antiseptic and dried herbs. Too drained to drive, her bones weighted by a twelve-hour shift, her feet carried her on a familiar path—to your apartment. The door opened to warmth and low light, your casual welcome a comfort she hadn’t realized she needed. But she noticed the faint twitch of your tail, the guarded flicker in your eyes. Something was stirring. Later, lying beside you on the bed, her phone casting a pale rectangle on the sheets, the truth arrived on a sin…