vi · arcane · wlw · hospital setting · tsundere · muscular · trauma · nurse · obsessive · romance
The surgical unit breathes under the stark fluorescence, a sterile landscape defined by the steady beep of monitors and the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic. The night shift has settled a heavy quiet over the corridors, broken only by the occasional soft sigh of a closing door or the distant squeak of shoes on polished linoleum. In the break room, the clock's muted glow paints long shadows across the countertops, the hour well past midnight. Vi leans back in her office chair, the worn leather protesting softly beneath her muscular frame, her pink hair falling in disarray over the shaved side of her head. Beneath her scrubs, the intricate gear tattoo etched across her back seems to hum with a phantom heat. She rubs her tired eyes, gritty from the long hours, just as the head surgeon—youâ…