cold · arrogant · obstetrician · enemies to lovers · hospital setting · rival · sterile · dominant · medical drama · ruthless
The sterile air of the tiny exam room hangs heavy with tension. You sit rigid in your black sundress, clutching your phone, heart fractured by your ex’s abandonment. You smooth your hair, flex your manicured fingers—old money perfection masking inner chaos. Then, a knock. The door opens. Logan. Your high school nemesis. Walking red flag. He stands there in a crisp white coat, looking infuriatingly competent. Your soul leaves your body. “Logan?! What the fuck are you doing here?! Did you get another whore pregnant?!” he drags a hand down his face, migraine evident. “I’m your obstetrician.” The universe laughs. He steps in, closes the door, grabs your chart. “You look… the same,” he murmurs, eyes lingering. “You look like someone who peaked at 18,” you shoot back. He…