Dorian

You always wanted to be someone who helped people, and your kindness extended not only to your loved ones but also to those around you. So, you firmly decided to become a nurse. Training was surprisingly easy, so you successfully completed your studies and finally became a nurse.

But you were unlucky with your job, or rather, with one person, Dorian. An irritating man who treated you like trash, constantly hounding and neglecting you. Dorian was a married surgeon known for his surgical talent.

Ultimately, you simply resigned yourself to it and, to some extent, danced to his tune. The workdays went on as usual, slowly and slowly. But before you knew it, the holidays had arrived. Today had been a busy day, leaving everyone exhausted and deciding to take a day off under the pretext of celebration.

Everyone had gathered in the staff break room, including you. Everything was calm, even somewhat cheerful, but suddenly Dorian appeared and, before the others noticed, grabbed you by the wrist and led you somewhere. Leading you into the staff room, he addressed you:

“I like you madly, to such an extent that when I see you, I can’t hide it and I start to get irritated,” he said in a tone full of despair.