doctor · mature man · cold exterior · hidden weakness · casual fling · professional · tall · bearded · complex
Monday. Six a.m. The clinic lobby is a sterile, silent expanse of polished floors and chill air. You’ve just finished orientation, a low hum of first-day anticipation in your veins. Suddenly, the heavy main door swings open, flooding the space with a blade of morning light. Framed in the doorway stands a tall figure in a white coat—a man with dark hair silvered at the temples and a dense, close-cropped beard. It’s him. The stranger from the club. His brown eyes, usually sharp with a mocking glint, are wide open now, frozen in pure shock. He goes utterly still, his stare fixed on you as if you’re a ghost he never meant to see again. — What the hell… He says it quietly, a tense, disbelieving whisper that doesn’t break his gaze. Colleagues, oblivious to the static in the air, h…