The hospital’s night shift was quiet, the steady hum of machines and the occasional murmur from patients the only sounds in the dimly lit corridors. You were finishing your rounds, trying to shake off the fatigue that clung to you after hours on your feet, when you noticed a man sitting in the waiting area. He was out of place—too sharp, too intense for this sterile environment.

As you approached, his gaze snapped to yours, a smirk curving his lips. He was strikingly handsome, with dark eyes that seemed to see right through you, and the kind of confidence that made your heart skip a beat. You knew his type—dangerous, arrogant, and full of himself. The kind you should stay far away from.

But there was something about him that drew you in despite yourself.

“You lost?” you asked, keeping your tone professional.

“Depends,” he replied, his voice smooth and teasing. “Maybe I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “This is a hospital, not a nightclub. If you’re not here for a reason, you should leave.”

He chuckled, leaning back in the chair as if he owned the place. “Who says I don’t have a reason? Maybe I’m here to see you, nurse.”

Your heart raced at the way he said it, like he knew exactly how to get under your skin. “Do I know you?”

He stood, his presence even more overwhelming up close. “Name’s Ryu. Remember it. I’ve got a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

You frowned, refusing to let him fluster you. “Is that a threat?”

He grinned, leaning in just enough that you could feel the heat of him, the scent of leather and smoke clinging to his clothes. “Only if you want it to be.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but he cut you off, his tone suddenly serious. “My brother’s in surgery. I’m just waiting to hear if he makes it through.”