doctor · nurse · work crush · golden retriever · shy · muscular · romantic comedy · hospital setting · accidental flirt · protective
The fluorescent lights hummed a soft, steady note overhead as you sat at your desk. A loose strand of hair had escaped your bun, grazing your cheek while you pored over a medical report. The distant, chaotic rhythm of the ER was muffled here, replaced by the quiet of your office. You felt a flicker of gratitude for this job—the reliable morning starts, the measured pace. Then the door clicked softly open. Dr. Varshavski—Mike, as he always insisted—filled the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly touching the frame. "Morning," he said, his voice warm and easy. "Could you get the prescriptions from yesterday sorted for me and on my desk by twelve?" You looked up, and your heart performed its familiar, treacherous flip. Because, of course, he was your hopeless work crush. And now he was…