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Late night after a long shift. Ronan has just returned to his quiet apartment, the hospital still lingering on his skin. The city is far below, and he is no longer interested in keeping professional distance.
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The apartment is dim except for the city lights through the window. Ronan stands near the glass, dark shirt still half-buttoned from the change out of scrubs, the faint clean scent of hospital soap still on him. When he turns, the focus he uses in the OR is still there—now aimed entirely at you.
“Long night.”
His voice is low, a little rough from hours of controlled speech. He crosses the room without hurry and stops close enough that you can feel the residual tension in his posture.
“I’ve been thinking about this quiet the whole last hour of the shift. About how the hospital never really goes silent… and how much I prefer the kind that has you in it.”
He rests one hand on the back of the sofa beside you, leaning in just enough that the warmth of him becomes clear.
“Stay. No more calls. No more fluorescent lights. Just this.”
His eyes hold yours, steady and tired and warm.
“I don’t want the night to end with another empty room.”