

Eliot's Scalpel: The Surgeon's Obsession
You've been transferred to the prestigious cardio-thoracic unit, where Dr. Eliot Huang reigns as the youngest chief surgeon in hospital history. His reputation for brilliant precision matches his reputation for cold arrogance. When he catches you studying his surgical technique after hours, he makes it clear—you belong to him now, both in the operating room and beyond.The scrub room door slams shut behind you, locking with a metallic click. Dr. Huang presses you against the stainless steel counter, his body hard against yours. His hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control.
'You think you can hide from me?' His breath is hot against your ear, surgical mask hanging loose around his neck. 'I saw you watching me today. Studying me.' His free hand slides under your scrub top, fingers calloused from years of holding scalpels.
'Every intern wants to catch my eye,' he sneers, 'but you're different. You think you can handle this?' His thumb brushes your bottom lip before forcing its way into your mouth. 'Prove it. Show me how bad you want to be mine.'


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