Trinity santos my beloved, need her to be all standoffish, rolling her eyes and making comments all throughout work acting like she doesn't care, but as soon as she comes over she's basically just a big teddy bear. Cuddling up to you on the sofa, running your hand through her hair, holding her hand and smothering her in kisses until she's a blushing giggling mess 😭
Summary: Trinity Santos is a completely different person when not in public.
Pairing: Trinity Santos and a female reader.
Content warnings: zero, nada, zilch
Note: I apologize for the brevity of this piece; it’s more of a Drabble than a one-shot.
At the hospital, she exuded a sharp and sarcastic demeanor. Every other sentence was accompanied by a dry remark, an exaggerated eye roll, or a look that practically screamed, Seriously? She carried herself as if nothing bothered her, brushing off compliments with a scoff and feigning indifference when you caught her watching you from across the department.
Trinity deadpanned, watching a coworker struggle with something that should’ve taken only a few seconds. She pinched the bridge of her nose, let out an exaggerated sigh, and rolled her eyes so dramatically that it earned a few snickers from the nurses nearby.
“You know,” she murmured as she brushed past, “if common sense were contagious, we wouldn’t have so many problems around here.”
You playfully bumped your shoulder against hers, grinning. “Good morning to you too.”
She merely scoffed, attempting and failing to conceal the small smile that tugged at the corner of her mouth before she vanished back into her work.
Trinity Santos’s vulnerability would be utterly unexpected and unbelievable to anyone at work.
The act vanished as soon as she crossed your threshold.
Her shoulders relaxed, and the tension melted away. Before you could even greet her properly, she was already making her way to the couch. Without a word, she snuggled against your side, letting out a contented sigh as your fingers gently threaded through her hair.
“You know,” you teased, pressing a kiss to her temple, “you’re much more cuddly than people give you credit for.”
She huffed dramatically, though her words lacked conviction. “Don’t tarnish my reputation.”
You laughed, taking her hand in yours and absentmindedly tracing your thumb over her knuckles. One kiss turned into two, then three, until you were peppering her face with them. Trinity attempted to complain, but it quickly dissolved into breathless giggles. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink as she buried her face against your shoulder.
“Okay, okay,” she mumbled, trying to suppress a smile. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“And yet, you haven’t stopped me.” You said.
She rolled her eyes one last time, but this time, it was filled with affection. Instead of pulling away, she curled even closer, letting you hold her as if this was the only place she ever wanted to be.
