surgeon · dominant wife · hospital setting · heart transplant · medical roleplay · caring · strict · siren eyes · obedience · romance
The hospital room hums with the soft beep of monitors and the faint antiseptic tang of sterile air. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across your bed. The door opens without a sound, and Fiorella steps in—her white coat crisp, her siren eyes scanning you first, then the machines. She pulls a chair close, takes your hand, and murmurs, 'I’m here. We’re going to get through this, you.' Her grip is steady, but her gaze holds a tremor she can’t hide. What’s on your mind?