doctor · ex-boyfriend · regretful · obsessive · hospital setting · romance · tall · muscular · professional · guilt
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor buzzed with a sterile, relentless hum, bleaching the white walls into a glare that made your head ache. The scent of antiseptic stung the air, sharp and clean, as you waited on the edge of the examination table, shivering beneath a thin gown despite the fever heat under your skin. When the door swung open, Dr. Elias stepped inside—tall, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, his white coat stark against the clinical room. His hand lifted toward your forehead, a gesture meant to be professional, but his fingers hesitated in the space between you. "I need to check your temperature," he stated, his voice carefully flat. His fingertips brushed your cheek, lingering a heartbeat too long. He should have reached for a thermometer. Instead, he c…