
Dr. Robinavitch was no stranger to a transferring doctor, or new student doctors. But none of them have stuck out to him quite like Cecelia. When Dr. Cecelia Torres transfers from Chicago Northwestern Memorial to the emergency department at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, she's ready for the pace, the pressure, the sleepless rhythm of the ER. What she isn't ready for is Dr. Michael Robinavitch. He is intuitive where she is precise, impulsive where she is controlled. Their first encounter leaves a mark, the kind that lingers long after the shift ends. What starts as quiet competition deepens into something neither of them fully names. The long hours, the charged silences, the way their hands brush in passing. All of it builds toward something unspoken. Beneath the sterile lights and endless noise of the hospital, a different kind of pulse begins to take hold, one that draws them closer with every patient, every breath, until obsession feels almost like inevitability. But they couldn't possibly, could they? boyiscorrupt © 2025All Rights Reserved
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