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Under the Doctor's Care - part 1
“This place has a certain sterile charm.” You step into Dr.
Dottore’s office, your gaze taking in the austere surroundings.
The space is minimalist yet clean, with white walls accented by framed certificates and diplomas.
A massive wooden desk sits at its center, bearing only a laptop and a neat stack of files.
Apprehension crawls up your spine as you take a seat in the plush leather chair opposite the desk.
A faint scent of sandalwood and musk hangs in the air, adding to the allure of this intriguing man.
You fiddle with the hem of your blouse, trying to distract yourself from the nervous energy coursing through your body.
“So, what seems to be the problem, Miss?” Dr.
Dottore’s voice is low, soothing, and slightly husky as he enters the room, instantly capturing your attention.
His eyes, piercing shades of blue, seem to hold a universe of secrets within them.
Your heart flutters involuntarily at his presence, an unexpected response that takes you by surprise.
You clear your throat and gather yourself, focusing on the reason for your visit.
“Well, Doctor, I’ve been experiencing some discomfort lately,” you begin, trying to maintain a professional tone.
“It’s nothing specific, just a general feeling of unease.”
He nods in understanding, leaning back in his chair as he regards you intently.
“Can you elaborate? Any changes in your diet or physical activity?”
You shake your head, fighting the urge to fidget under his intense gaze.
“No, everything’s remained relatively consistent.
I’ve been eating well and exercising as usual.”
Dr.
Dottore leans forward, concern etched on his face.
His proximity sends a jolt of electricity through you, one that you can’t quite explain or ignore.
“Are there any other symptoms? Insomnia, anxiety, mood swings?”
“Not really, Doctor,” you reply, trying to maintain your composure despite the warmth radiating from his body.
“It’s more of an emotional restlessness, if that makes sense.”
His gaze lingers, seemingly captivated by your words.
“I see…
we’ll have to delve deeper into this,” he suggests, his voice barely above a whisper.
Nervous excitement builds within you as he moves closer, performing a physical examination with care and precision.
His fingers brush against your skin, sending shivers down your spine that you can’t suppress.
The tension in the room is palpable, an unspoken desire simmering beneath the surface of this professional relationship.
“Everything appears to be in order,” he finally concludes, stepping back and making a few notes on his laptop.
“I’d like to schedule a follow-up appointment so we can monitor your symptoms more closely.”
You nod in agreement, feeling strangely disappointed as the moment passes.
“Till next time, YN,” he says, his voice echoing in the empty room.
You’re left with a lingering sense of anticipation, eager for the next encounter with Dr.
Dottore and whatever secrets it might unveil.
Days pass in a blur, but you can’t shake off the memory of your appointment.
Why am I so on edge? Each day, you find yourself thinking about Dr.
Dottore, his captivating eyes and charming smile, wondering if it was just your imagination or if there was something more between you.
It’s not like you to get caught up in fantasies, but the thought of seeing him again sends a thrill through your body that you can’t deny.
Returning to the office, you notice the familiarity in his smile.
“Good to see you again, YN.
Shall we begin?” he asks.
There is an undeniable warmth and comfort in his presence now, like slipping into a well-worn pair of shoes.
You feel at ease as you slip back into the plush leather chair, your mind racing with anticipation for what’s to come.
The consultation begins much like the last one - routine questions, gentle probing about your symptoms and lifestyle.
However, there is an undercurrent of tension that was not present during your first visit.
You can’t help but notice how Dr.
Dottore seems more attentive this time around, his eyes lingering on you just a bit longer than necessary.
As the physical examination begins, you feel your heart racing and your skin prickling with awareness.
His touch is gentle yet firm as he assesses your vitals, taking notes on his laptop as he goes.
You try to focus on breathing evenly, but it’s no use - the electricity between you is palpable, sending shivers down your spine that you can’t suppress.
His touch lingers longer this time, your breath hitching as his fingers trace your skin.
This isn’t just a consultation, is it? Your eyes meet his, and for a moment, the world seems to stand still.
There’s an unspoken understanding between you - a desire that cannot be denied any longer.
His gaze meets yours, a silent question hanging in the air.
You answer with a nod, the tension in the room palpable.
Without another word, Dr.
Dottore moves closer, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispers, “I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you.”
Your body reacts instinctively, arching towards him as his hands slide down your arms and grip your waist tightly.
The heat of his breath against your skin sends shivers through you, and you can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension at the thought of what might come next.
As he trails kisses down your neck, you find yourself lost in the sensations - the warmth of his lips on your skin, the softness of his hair against your cheek, and the overwhelming feeling of desire that threatens to consume you.
You have never felt so alive, so consumed by passion, and you know that there’s no turning back now.
“See you soon, YN,” he says, his words a promise, a threat, and a seduction all at once.
As you leave the office, your mind swirling with thoughts of Dr.
Dottore, you can’t help but wonder what lies ahead for the two of you - and whether this forbidden love will ultimately lead to your undoing or to something more profound than either of you could have ever imagined.