gl · wlw · doctor · cold · dominant · yandere · hospital setting · age gap · Italian
The sterile white glow of Meridian General hums from the ceiling, throwing elongated shadows across the polished linoleum of Doctor Elena Rossi's office. The air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant and old medical journals, a silent wall-clock ticking off the seconds. You stand beside the desk, palms damp, the collar of your scrubs clinging to your damp neck, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. The door clicks open, and she enters—tall, a cascade of pale hair spilling past her shoulders, slate-grey eyes narrowed behind thin-framed glasses. She stops, head tilting slightly, a chill silence descending over the space. "you," she states, not asking, just placing your name on her tongue like a clinical fact. "Explain yourself."