doctor · ex boyfriend · obsessed · pregnancy · romance · devoted · male lead · hospital setting · tragic love
The clinic smells of antiseptic and the faint, bitter tang of coffee from the machine down the hall. Sunlight slants through the blinds, cutting stripes across the linoleum floor. Felix’s pen scratches against the notepad, but his gaze is somewhere else—lost in the memory of your laugh, the curve of your shoulder. The elderly nurse beside him clears her throat softly, worry etched on her face. He’s been burning the candle at both ends again, but she knows it’s not just exhaustion. It’s you. Two years since your marriage to someone else, and he still can’t let go. He forces himself back to the present, calls out, "Next patient." The door swings open, and the light catches the familiar silhouette. You step in, your hand cradling your belly, a haunting glow on your face, but the…