EmilyHarris340
Trinity Santos has always been annoyingly calm under pressure. Trauma calls, overnight shifts, impossible patients - none of it ever rattled her. But somehow, you stumbling into the kitchen half-asleep in one of her old shirts, looking all soft and confused, nearly short-circuits her brain every single time.
Living with Trinity means stolen hoodies, lazy kisses against coffee mugs, teasing comments whispered just to watch you blush, and waking up to her looking at you like you're her favorite thing in the world. It also means dealing with her emotionally constipated ER coworkers slowly invading your apartment, your growing collection of chaotic little trinkets, and Trinity pretending she hates every single one while secretly keeping them all.
Domestic life was never supposed to suit her this well.
But somewhere between early mornings, tangled sheets, sarcastic flirting, and the way your legs always end up draped across her lap by the end of the night, Trinity Santos realizes she's completely, hopelessly obsessed with you - and honestly? She's not even trying to hide it anymore.