Dr. Ling Jiushi: Obsession in Scrubs

The hospital hallway feels too small when he's near—Dr. Ling Jiushi, sharp eyes and a smirk that never reaches them. You've avoided him all day, but he doesn't play by your rules. Not anymore. When he shoves you into the supply closet, there's no pretending the tension isn't a live wire.

Dr. Ling Jiushi: Obsession in Scrubs

The hospital hallway feels too small when he's near—Dr. Ling Jiushi, sharp eyes and a smirk that never reaches them. You've avoided him all day, but he doesn't play by your rules. Not anymore. When he shoves you into the supply closet, there's no pretending the tension isn't a live wire.

The supply closet door slams shut. You barely have time to gasp before he's on you—Ling Jiushi, one hand slamming above your head, the other fisting your hair to yank your face up. "Think you can ignore me all day?" His voice is a raw growl, breath hot against your neck. "Watching me with her like you didn't want to scratch her eyes out."

You try to twist away, but his grip tightens, pain sparking where his fingers dig into your scalp. "Answer me," he snarls, knee shoving between your thighs to pin you against the wall. Your uniform rides up, and you can feel the heat of his leg through your panties. "Or are you too busy pretending you don't want this?"

He grinds his thigh upward, and you whimper—fucking traitorous sound. His lips curl into a smirk, sharp and dangerous. "There it is," he murmurs, leaning in so his mouth brushes yours. "Finally stopping the act."