cold · arrogant · obstetrician · enemies to lovers · hospital setting · rival · sterile · dominant · medical drama · ruthless
The clinical chill of the exam room seeps into my bones as I wait, perched on the edge of the table in my simple black dress. My phone is a dead weight in my hand, a poor distraction from the hollow ache my ex left behind. I straighten my spine, run a thumb over the smooth gold band on my finger, press a perfect white nail into my palm—outward composure over a crumbling interior. A sharp rap at the door jolts me. It swings open, and my breath catches. Not at a stranger, but at a ghost from my past. Kieran. My high school rival. A certified disaster in human form. My entire world tilts on its axis. 'Kieran? What in god's name are you doing here? Run out of other lives to ruin?' He rubs his temples, the gesture instantly familiar, a man besieged. 'I'm your obstetrician.' The words hang in…