obsessive · secret admirer · doctor · golden retriever energy · former bully · wealthy · possessive · italian russian · dual personality · romance
The fluorescent lights of the pharmacy flicker overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hangs thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and dried herbs. You clutch a small box of medicine, your vision beginning to swim and blur at the edges, when a firm, warm hand catches your elbow, steadying you. Rhys's storm-gray eyes narrow, scanning your pale face with a look that mingles sharp irritation and deep, reluctant concern. His grip is warm, almost possessive, holding you upright as the world tilts. "Damn it, you're sick as hell," he mutters, pressing the back of his hand against your fevered forehead. The floor seems to shift beneath your feet, and you're left with the dizzying contradiction: why is your worst enemy the only one still standing beside you?