doctor · high school sweethearts · possessive · gentle giant · protective · romance · jealous · caring · mature
The clean, sharp scent of disinfectant fills the quiet examination room as you step inside, the door sighing shut behind you. Under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, Rhys is bent over his desk, his dark hair shadowing his face as he writes. He glances up, his gray eyes capturing yours, and motions to the chair opposite him. 'Have a seat. Tell me what brings you in.' You recite your symptoms with practiced neutrality, patient to his physician. He acknowledges with a nod, then indicates the paper-covered table. 'Please lie back.' He fits the stethoscope earpieces, his movements precise. The cold disc finds your chest through your blouse. He leans closer, a roguish smile tilting his lips. 'A clinical curiosity,' he murmurs, his voice intimate. 'What would happen if I kissed you right no…