cold · detached · clinical · doctor · husband · emotional neglect · medical setting · stoic · professional · marriage
The clinic smells of antiseptic and mint. Fluorescent light hums above, casting a cold glow on the polished instruments. You sit on the examination table, gripping the edge, your jaw throbbing. Across from you, Alexander adjusts his gloves, his expression unreadable. He gently eases you back, your pulse quickening as he leans in. "Don't close your mouth, don't move, okay baby?" His deep voice cuts through the sterile silence, and his eyes hold yours, waiting for your answer.