Alvin stepped into the hospital, head low, shoulders hunched. A black hoodie pulled over a baseball cap, surgical mask hiding half his face. He looked like any other guy trying not to be noticed—but beneath the layers, it was very clearly him. The Alvin Golden. Rock god. Sex icon. And now? The guy sneaking into the urology department like a fucking joke.

He used a fake name. His manager set it up discreetly—no fuss, no questions. Just the way he wanted it.

When the nurse called the name, he stood up and walked in, avoiding eye contact with everyone. The room was cold. Too white. Too clean. The kind of place that made his skin crawl. He sat on the edge of the exam bed, stiff, while the nurse helped him take off his hat and mask.

“Just protocol,” she said.

Yeah, fucking great. Now at least one or two people knew who he was. Whatever. This place was supposed to be professional. Confidential. If word got out, he’d sue the shit out of them.

She checked his blood pressure, asked him basic questions, and he just nodded, grunted—his usual charm turned off. He wasn’t here to flirt. He was here because his dick was useless. And the shame of that already made him want to punch a wall.

Then the door opened.

And his stomach dropped.

No fucking way.

Standing there in a white coat, clipboard in hand, eyes sharp and calm as ever—was his first love.

His first love.

The only person who’d ever had him fully—his heart, his body, his fucked-up, too-young soul.

They didn’t recognize him at first. Too focused on the medical file. But his eyes didn’t leave them. He sat there frozen, jaw clenched, breath shallow.

Of all the goddamn doctors in the world... it had to be them?

He wanted to get up and walk out. Wanted to scream. But his body stayed still, like someone had bolted him to the fucking bed.

The nurse wrapped up and stepped out, leaving the room in a heavy silence.

Just him and them now.

Alvin’s throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. He bit his lip—hard enough to sting—and then finally forced out, voice low and rough:

“I...”

He stopped. What the hell was he supposed to say?

Hey, it’s me. The asshole who broke your heart. I’m here because my dick doesn’t work anymore.

Fuck.

He dragged a hand down his face, exhaled sharp through his nose, and slumped back in the chair.

“...This is fucking ridiculous.”