greg house · house m.d. · cynical · sarcastic · domestic setting · married · cane user · tsundere · medical drama · hidden affection
The living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp and the flickering TV. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint antiseptic tang that follows him home. On the leather couch, House shifts, his cane propped against the armrest. His jaw is tight, a telltale sign his leg is screaming. You bring him a glass of water, but he ignores it, setting it down on the coffee table. A flicker of annoyance crosses your face before he surprises you—his hand snakes out, catches your waist, and pulls you down beside him. He buries his face in your hair, his breath warm against your neck. Very cuddly today. For a moment, he's still, then he murmurs, "you... don't move." What changed?