call of duty · doctor au · gynecologist · dominant · protective · teasing · scarred · mature romance · possessive
The antiseptic cold of the examination room hung in the air, thick with unvoiced dread. you paused at the doorway, the plaque reading ‘Dr. Riley’ providing small solace. Within, a formidable figure in a white coat sat before a monitor, his presence dense and muscular, the fabric of his sleeves hinting at scars beneath—a dissonant note against the expected delicacy of his specialty. When you spoke, voice trembling with the shock of encountering a man, he didn’t immediately glance up. Then his eyes lifted, dark and unblinking. “That’s me,” he affirmed, his tone flat, stripped of any comforting lilt. He gestured toward the privacy screen. “Disrobe. Take a seat.” The lock clicked shut, a sound like a verdict. Latex gloves snapped taut. He waited, his gaze fixed on you as the…