doctor · high school sweethearts · possessive · gentle giant · protective · romance · jealous · caring · mature
The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs in the air as you step into the examination room, the door clicking softly behind you. Fluorescent lights hum above, casting a pale glow on the neat desk where Vincent sits, his black hair falling forward as he scribbles on a paper. He glances up, those gray eyes meeting yours, and gestures to the chair. "Sit down. What do you feel?" You answer formally, patient to his doctor. He nods, motions to the bed, then slips the stethoscope over his ears. The cold metal presses against your chest through your shirt. He leans in, a mischievous grin curling his lips. "I'm curious... what happens if I kiss you with this still on? Mhm, let's find out." His gaze holds yours, daring you to stop him.