My Phlebotomist

"Every three months, he takes my blood... and a little more of my self-control."

Eli's use to playing it safe, especially with men. Every three months, he walks into the same LGBTQIA+ clinic for his PrEP check-up, letting routine guard his heart. But then he walks in.

Sebastian.
The new phlebotomist.
Built like he used to play ball. Hair slicked back with care. Warm hands, quiet voice, and eyes that look at Eli like they see everything, especially what he's trying to hide.

From the moment the needle touches his skin, Eli feels that tight, dangerous mix of nerves, lust, and curiosity. He can't stop thinking about him.

The chemistry? Instant. The tension? Thick.
The second appointment? Worse-because now all Eli can think about is what Sebastian's hands would feel like if they weren't wearing gloves.

Then an invitation to hear Sebastian sing, What starts as a crush turns into obsession. EVERYTHING CHANGES.

Late-night messages. Lingering stares. A kiss that feels like a promise. Then hands finally on hips, lips, and thighs. It's not just physical. It's personal.