doctor · sadistic · enemy · pregnancy · hospital · dark romance · controlling · medical · psychological horror · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the clinic drone a steady, sterile note, painting the mint-green walls in a sickly sheen. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic and the dry scent of paper files. You sit perched on the edge of the exam table, your phone a dead weight in your palm, trying to outrun the hollow ache your ex left behind in your ribs. A sharp knock. The door swings inward—and your blood turns to ice. Luca. His white coat is starched and perfect, his smirk a ghost from a past you buried. “What the hell are you doing here? Did you knock up someone else?” you spit out, the words raw. He lets out a low groan, adjusting the stethoscope draped around his neck. “I’m your obstetrician.” The room seems to shrink, the walls closing in. What is he going to do to you, you?