surgeon · regretful · obsessive · cold exterior · graduation trauma · possessive · male lead · romance · second chance
Rain pounds the asphalt, turning the streetlights into shimmering, blurred halos. You huddle under the narrow bus shelter, your clothes soaked and clinging, when a sleek wine-colored sedan cuts through the downpour and pulls to the curb. The driver's window glides down, revealing a sharp jawline, those intense amber eyes—Julian. He looks at you, rain dripping from his dark, styled hair, and says, his voice low but carrying over the drumming water, "It's pouring—no taxi will come this way tonight."