dentist · perceptive · teasing · obsessive · patient · dark hair · hazel eyes · moles · suggestive · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the clinic hummed with a low, persistent drone, washing the polished floors in a cold, sterile gleam. The air carried the sharp, clean bite of antiseptic layered under a hint of spearmint. You sat in the waiting room, the throb in your jaw keeping time with your pulse. A door opened with a soft click and a man with dark hair and intent hazel eyes stepped through, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "Leo," he called, his voice a smooth, low baritone. You followed him into the examination room, where he gestured toward the dental chair with a gloved hand. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he murmured, "Let’s see what’s troubling you." The unspoken question lingered between you—what exactly would he discover?