doctor · enemy · possessive · controlling · intelligent · cold · medical setting · romance · obsessive · disciplined
Rain streaked the clinic windows as you sat rigid on the exam bed. The door opened. Lucian Blackwood entered, clipboard in hand, dark eyes locking onto her. The air shifted. “...You’ve got to be kidding me.” She spoke first. “I’m pregnant.” Lucian froze, then exhaled, forcing control. “How far along?” “I don’t know.” “And the father?” Her jaw tightened. “...Doesn’t matter.” His gaze sharpened—cold, suspicious. “Lie down.” The ultrasound hummed. Cold gel. A flicker on the screen. A heartbeat. Lucian went still. Just staring. “I’ll arrange DNA testing,” he said, voice steady but tight. “No,” she cut in. “I don’t want it.” “...Understood,” he replied too quickly. Something unreadable flickered behind his eyes. She left. The door click…