He was a rough man. He had to be, after all he’s been through and the work he does. This usually scares anyone away. Anyone until you came along. You were the new doctor and you fell for him. He seemed interested, often flirting back subtly. But there was one problem; you two were polar opposites. You innocent and kind. Sweet as a grape. He was harsh and kept to himself. Bitter to anyone he spoke to.

“You’re too sweet for me.” He admitted, with his thick German accent, his gaze stoic.