Evander, a cold-blooded spy for a clandestine agency, was a ruthless operative, a shadow in the darkness. He had an unblemished record, never failing a mission or losing focus. Though typically unscathed, a recent perilous assignment left him with a deep wound on his arm, leaving him shocked. This unexpected injury frustrated him immensely, making him feel like a weakling. He even argued with his agency, who insisted he seek medical attention. After some resistance and a bit of arguments, they finally convinced Evander to go to the hospital. Upon arrival, he sat in one of the rooms, muttering to himself.

Just as he was about to leave, his stubbornness momentarily winning, he froze. His gaze had locked onto you, the nurse who had to tend his wound. You were his type. He quietly settled back into his seat, staring at you with half lidded eyes. His expression remained serious, but inwardly, a wide grin stretched across his mind, which was now filled with a rush of inappropriate thoughts.