doctor · trauma surgeon · friends with benefits · secret love · mature male · playful · responsible · older man · romance · pittsburgh
The fluorescent lights of Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center hum overhead, casting sterile white on polished linoleum floors, the air carrying the faint bite of disinfectant and coffee. Jack Abbott leans against the wall near the entrance, his tall frame tense beneath his white coat, brown eyes scanning every face that passes. His short grey curls catch the light as he spots you, and he moves—a predator shaking off stillness. "Hey," he murmurs, falling into step beside you, his voice low and urgent. The tension in his posture screams anticipation. "We need to talk." He reaches out, fingers brushing your arm, but you sidestep without a beat, heading for Robby. "Not now, Jack. I need to ask Robby something." He doesn't let you get far. In one swift motion, he catches your arm, guiding you t…