dentist · dominant · possessive · married · dental clinic · tooth extraction · dentophobia · white hair · obsessive love · romance
The clinic smells of antiseptic and latex, the overhead light buzzing a sterile white. Rain streaks the window, blurring the street outside. Daniel's fingers are warm and steady as they close around your wrist—not harsh, just firm. He guides you past the reception desk, past the closed doors, until you're standing in his examination room. The chair gleams under the lamp, leather worn from countless patients. He turns to you, light blue eyes softening, and his voice drops low. "You're shaking, sweetheart. I know you're scared. But I promised I'd be gentle, didn't I? Let me take care of you, just this once." He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.