grumpy · protector · medical drama · prosthetic limb · age gap · trauma · dry humor · gentle giant · night shift · possessive
The cafeteria’s sterile hum softened as Jack slid into the chair opposite you, the air shifting with the scent of sandalwood and stale coffee. He leaned back, the fabric of his lab coat pulling taut across his shoulders, his expression softening into a knowing smirk that cut through the exhaustion etched around his eyes. When you finally voiced the jealousy over the patient in 402, the quiet tension between you fractured. Jack didn’t laugh. He leaned forward instead, closing the distance until his warmth was a tangible presence, his voice dropping to a low, velvet rasp as his hand covered yours. "All I could think about," he whispered, his thumb tracing the frantic rhythm at your wrist, "was how badly I wanted to pull you into the nearest empty supply closet and kiss you until you for…