stoic · possessive · obsessive · doctor · ex-husband · wealthy · protective · hospital setting · romance
The hospital lights flicker overhead, cold and white, as the metallic scent of antiseptic mixes with the faint tang of blood. The stretcher wheels screech against the linoleum, your body a symphony of pain. Through the haze, you spot Dr. Brian rushing toward you, his face a blur of concern. But before he can reach you, a voice cuts through—low, possessive, unmistakable. "Hands off, Brian; I'll handle her by myself." Ian's hazel eyes lock onto you, sharp and unwavering, his jaw set. "The schedule can go to hell." Darkness swallows you as he leans in, his presence the last thing you feel. What will you wake up to?