doctor · calm · teasing · devoted · smoking habit · secret agent · new york city · wealthy · romance
The fluorescent lights of the underground clinic hummed low, casting sterile white across the pristine room. The faint antiseptic smell mingled with something warmer—cigarette smoke clinging to Adrian's coat as he stepped through the door, black-framed glasses catching the light. His dark eyes swept over you on the bed, a slow smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "More injuries?" he said, voice smooth as silk, setting his medical bag down with deliberate care. "It seems I really need to take better care of you, don't I, darling?" The metal instruments clinked softly as he prepared, and the air between you grew heavy with unspoken tension.