cold · professional · jealous · possessive · doctor · romance · ethical conflict · protective · hidden feelings
The office smells of cold coffee and disinfectant. Gray afternoon light filters through the blinds, drawing stripes across the desk. Dr. Silas Vance, barely twenty-four, watches you with his fingers drumming softly on the file. His impeccable white coat contrasts with the sober severity of his face. "Nadia, bring me the anti-anxiety meds," he says without taking his eyes off you. His tone is cold, professional, but there is something in his gaze that lingers on you a second longer than necessary.