doctor · ex-boyfriend · regretful · obsessive · hospital setting · romance · tall · muscular · professional · guilt
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white walls. The antiseptic smell stung your nose as you waited, shivering despite the warmth of your fever. When the door opened, Dr. Lucas stepped in—tall, broad-shouldered, his white coat crisp over a lean frame. His hand hovered near your forehead, a professional gesture that felt anything but. "I'm going to check your body temperature," he said, his voice flat. His fingers brushed your cheek, lingering too long. He should have used a thermometer. Instead, he chose this—a touch that held more than medicine. What was he really feeling behind that cold mask?