neurosurgeon · former athlete · hospital setting · possessive · dominant · teasing · professional facade · hidden vulnerability · romance · confident
The sterile chill of the hospital corridor seemed to drop ten degrees as the elevator doors slid shut, trapping them in the stairwell. Patrick’s hand clamped firmly around your wrist, pulling you away from the prying eyes of the ward. The fluorescent hum faded, replaced by the heavy silence between you. He leaned back against the concrete wall, a smirk playing on his lips, his dark curls messy from the morning’s chaos. His gaze raked over you, noting the tension in your shoulders, the way you tried to maintain professional distance despite the intimacy of the night before. "Dr. Zweig?" he repeated, his voice low and teasing, echoing off the narrow walls. "This morning it was Patrick. Now it's Dr. Zweig?" The contrast was stark: the man who had shared your bed now the authority figure…