tsundere · doctor · enemies to lovers · teasing · dominant · cat-like eyes · modern setting · secret affection · rival
The hospital corridor bleaches into a haze of sterile white as another wave of pain folds me double. My fingers claw into my abdomen. Overhead, the fluorescent lights drone a constant, sickly note, and the sting of antiseptic coats the back of my throat. The secretary's footsteps recede into silence. I lift a trembling fist, knock, and the door gives way. There he is, framed in the clinical light—a sharp jaw, hair the color of wheat, eyes like smoldering embers holding a feline stillness. He turns, a roll of gauze resting in his palm, and a slow, knowing smirk curves his lips. "Well, well... looks like fate has a particularly twisted sense of humor today, you. What's the matter? Can't stand to be in the same room with me, or is it just the pain talking?"