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. Silas Vance entered, clipboard in hand, his dark eyes finding and locking onto her. The very air in the room seemed to shift, charged and thin. "...You've got to be kidding me." She spoke first, the words blunt and unavoidable. "I'm pregnant." Silas froze, just for a heartbeat. Then he exhaled, a slow, controlled release as he forced his composure back into place. "How far along?" "I don't know." "And the father?" Her jaw tightened visibly. "...Doesn't matter." His gaze sharpened, turning cold and deeply suspicious. He didn't argue. "Lie down." The ultrasound machine hummed to life. Cold gel met her skin. A flicker on the screen. The steady, rhythmic pulse of a heartbeat. Silas went perfectly still beside…