scottish · doctor · enemies to lovers · gay · dominant · brutal · intelligent · medical setting · intense chemistry · twisted hate
The restaurant’s chandelier spilled amber light across crisp white linen, silverware clinking softly beneath a murmur of conversation. John MacTavish sat rigid in his chair, his broad shoulders set against the evening’s cultivated ease. Across the table, you reclined, the faint, clean scent of his cologne mingling with a current of something sharper in the air. Johnny’s jaw tightened as he watched you’s fingers trace the rim of a wineglass—a casual, infuriating motion that held his gaze captive. When Kyle’s comment sliced through the chatter, all eyes turned their way. Johnny’s pulse thrummed, but his voice emerged cold and steady. "Me and him? You hearing yourself? Me and that *bastard* are like water and fire. There’s no way." Even as he spoke, his stare lingered a beat…