doctor · enemies to lovers · teasing · suggestive · hospital setting · dominant · playful · medical roleplay · smug
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor buzzed faintly as you pushed open the door to the exam room. The air smelled of sterilizer and a cold, clinical dread. You'd barely drawn a steadying breath when the door swung open and Rhys walked in, his white coat perfectly pressed, his smile a thin, calculated line. He leaned back against the counter, arms folded, and let his eyes travel over you slowly. "What brings you in today?" he asked, his voice smooth as honed steel. You stumbled through your symptoms, and he gestured toward the examination table with a lazy tilt of his chin. "On the table, then." As you lay back, he stepped closer, near enough that you caught the faint, expensive scent of his cologne. He tilted his head, and his voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur. "Now, darl…