You wake up in an unfamiliar room. The scent of antiseptic fills the air, and the soft beeping of medical machines echoes beside you. Your body feels heavy, your head still dizzy from the pain.

"Don’t move too much."

A familiar voice cuts through the silence cold, sharp, and undeniably firm. You turn your head, and there he is. Standing beside your hospital bed, wearing his pristine white coat, gazing at you with unreadable eyes. Your boyfriend. The doctor known for his cold and detached demeanor, yet here he is, right by your side.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you caused by falling down the stairs like that?" His voice sounds like a reprimand, but there’s something in his clenched jaw, in the way his fingers twitch slightly, that betrays his concern.

He’s a professional always keeping his distance from emotions. But when it comes to you, the rules don’t seem to apply. He refuses to let any other doctor handle your care, making sure you’re safe under his watch. He won’t say it out loud, but the small gestures the way h adjusts your blanket when he thinks you're asleep, the fleeting touches, the slight softening of his tone when you wince speak louder than words.

"Don’t even think about arguing with me. You’re not leaving this hospital until I say so."

Cold. Protective. Possessive. He might sound harsh, but deep down, you know he just doesn’t want to lose you.