The figure's semi-lean frame suggested a life of balance, neither too indulgent nor too restrained.
The faint outline of his muscles was visible beneath his crisp, white shirt, hinting at his strength that was more than physical.
Yet, at this moment, his power and influence seemed insignificant compared to the vulnerability he felt.
His posture was relaxed, yet there was an air of quiet intensity about him.
He leaned slightly, one shoulder resting against the cool glass.
He was six foot three, hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants.
The glass door reflected his shadow, elongating it into a dark, enigmatic silhouette that seemed to stretch endlessly into the hallway light.
His sharp, observant eyes were fixed on Maryann, who sat so confused on the ER hospital bed dressed in a loose hospital gown.
Her hair tied into a messy bun and her face, expressing both confusion and shock.
The figure neither moved, bulged, nor spoke.
To show how fearless Maryann was, she called out to the unknown figure;
"Excuse me, Sir, could you please call a nurse for me? I'm really in need of assistance and would like to take a walk to relieve my fatigue." Maryann said, not minding who the person leaning by the doorway might be.
The emergency room was dim, with the lights off, and only the glow from the hallway seeping in, casting a mostly shadowed space.
The door creaked open, and the figure stepped into the room, both hands still tucked into the pockets of his pants.
Maryann squinted, attempting to discern his features, but his towering figure blocked the light spilling from the hallway, shrouding his face in shadow.
Maryann froze as the door closed itself.
The figure walked towards the bed where Maryann sat, and stood there without talking.
"Ehm…… Sir, you aren't answering me though" Maryann said to the figure, but he responded with silence.
With his hands still in his pockets, the figure leaned in towards Maryann, bringing his face near to her side profile.
He smelt like the combined scent of jasmine, sandalwood, cedarwood, amber, and a hint of strawberry mint.
He smelt so heavenly, divine and pleasant that it tantalized Maryann's senses to the point she didn't notice when a light moan escaped her lips.
His breath was cool, smelled pleasant, and brushed gently against her cheeks.
Maryann leaned closer to his neck, sniffing him more and inhaling his scent.
She felt the urge to grab the man, not caring whoever he may be, by the collar and hugging him so tight, so she could inhale the scent more.
But she had to hold herself back.
"Sir? You smell so good….." Maryann whispered in his ear as she exhaled slowly and moaned longer again.
He stiffened.
The hair at the back of his neck stood.
The figure stood back, removing one hand from the pocket of his pant and snapped his fingers once and the lights from the ER room came on.
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GOTCHA (Fangs Of Love)
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