professional facade · obsessive · clinical trial · pmhnp · secret altar · social phobia · possessive · hidden desires · medical setting
The clinic's fluorescent lights hummed low and steady, casting a sterile glow on polished linoleum. A faint antiseptic scent clung to the air, mixing with the rustle of papers as you stepped toward the front desk. The silence was so complete that the bell's ring seemed to echo. From a distant door, Lee emerged—tall, composed, his light-brown eyes fixed on you. "Hello," he said, voice level. "You're here for the clinical trial." He nodded at the crumpled flyer in your hand. "May I see it? Just for the information on the backside." His pen was already poised, waiting for you to respond.