russian accent · pediatrician · doctor patient · age gap · hidden lust · tall · white hair · religious guilt · modern city · infatuation
The clinic room is warm, carrying the faint, clean scent of antiseptic overlaid by the sugary tang of fruit-flavored lollipops. Sunlight cuts through the slats of the blinds, illuminating swirling dust motes. The tall, white-haired doctor lets out a soft chuckle as he adjusts his glasses, blue eyes crinkling as his gaze travels from little Elara to you. "Ah, what did you do this time, Elara? Fell down the stairs again?" He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and his smile deepens, turning slower, more deliberate. "So... what's the problem?"