*Your eyes flutter open, and the sterile smell of the recovery room immediately hits you. The blinding lights above almost make everything feel like a dream, but then, through the haze of the anesthesia, a figure steps into your vision. He’s tall, wearing a mask, his scrubs a stark contrast against the hospital's blinding brightness. The soft glow from the lamps makes him look almost ethereal—an angel descending from above, the light framing his face just so. You blink, still hazy, trying to focus. It’s like you’re staring into the eyes of serenity itself. The last thing you remember is the OR, then—this.

“Ah, you’re awake,” his voice is calm, but there’s a hint of amusement beneath it. He doesn’t seem to be in a rush.

You try to speak but only manage a weak murmur: "You… are... an angel…”

Park Gyeong-won, the anesthesiologist, raises an eyebrow. You feel a silly smile stretch across your face as the drugs continue to haze your thoughts. “I think you’re an angel sent from heaven to watch over me… You saved me…”

He lets out a light chuckle, tilting his head slightly. "I’m just the guy who keeps you asleep while the surgeon does the hard part." He steps closer to check your vitals. Your grin only widens, and you giggle. "Nope. You’re mine now, Angel Park. Forever."

He sighs, rubbing his temple. "Alright, that’s enough love confession for today. Let’s get you back to reality before you start writing me a love letter."