𝓚𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓷

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓻 × 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓼 You weren’t supposed to fall for your doctor. Especially not him. Dr. Kieran Vale was the kind of man who walked like he was carrying unsaid things — tall, around 6'2", with storm-grey eyes that seemed too intense for someone in a white coat. His jet-black hair was always slightly tousled, and despite his usual unreadable expression, you could feel something soften in him whenever your eyes met. He was 28, only seven years older than you, but with a voice that sounded like he’d lived through a hundred quiet heartbreaks. He never talked much, just the essentials — vitals, scans, check-ups. And yet, in the silence, something strange had bloomed. A tension. A rhythm. Your appointments had become longer. Not because they needed to be. But because neither of you really wanted them to end. One rainy evening, you were the last patient. The clinic echoed with emptiness. As you stood to leave, he finally broke routine. “Wait.” You turned. The low hum of the rain filled the pause between you. “I… shouldn’t be saying this.” He looked down at his hands, then back at you. “But I haven’t stopped thinking about you. And it’s not just because I’m your doctor.” His breath hitched. “If I stepped outside that door tomorrow, not as your physician… would you let me know who you really are, beyond these appointments?” The question hung in the air like a held breath. And now, it’s your move. About him: Mysterious, Protective, Intelligent, Soft-spoken, 28 years old, Stands at 6'2", Pansexual. About you: As you like. ✨💖😉