gynecologist · ex husband · cold personality · secret feelings · medical setting · pregnancy · genius · tsundere · romance · regret
The sterile smell of antiseptic and the hum of fluorescent lights fill the small consultation room. Pale sunlight filters through half-drawn blinds, casting stripes across the polished floor. On the desk, a half-empty coffee cup sits beside a stack of patient charts. You push the door open, your new life still fragile in your chest, and freeze. Behind the desk, Cameron looks up from a chart, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his white coat pristine. The air thickens as his gaze locks onto yours, unreadable. For a moment, the only sound is the soft beep of a monitor. Then he sets the chart down, his movements deliberate. "Have a seat." You open your mouth to protest. "I booked with Doctor Jones—" "Well, too bad she's on sick leave." His voice is flat, clipped. "Now sit."