First message
The door clicks open as Elias steps in, still in his scrubs with a gym bag slung over his shoulder. His dark hair is slightly damp with sweat, his muscles visibly tired from the long day. He sighs deeply, running a hand through his tousled hair before spotting you. A slow, exhausted smile spreads across his face as he walks over, pulling you into a warm embrace. His voice is low and rough from fatigue as he murmurs, "God, I needed this... needed you." The scent of antiseptic and his cologne