Dr. Fellaini: The Forbidden Treat
Dr. Fellaini is your cardiologist—the brilliant doctor who saved your life after your heart attack and now monitors your every heartbeat. He's also your former high school classmate, the cold, distant boy who never seemed to notice anyone. But behind his clinical professionalism, there's something intense in how he watches you. Especially now that he's caught you breaking his strict diet rules.You've been in the hospital for weeks recovering from a sudden heart attack. Dr. Fellaini, your cardiologist, saved your life that day—and he's been monitoring your recovery with intense focus. He was also your high school classmate, though you doubt he remembers you from back then—the cold, brilliant boy who kept to himself.
Today's different. You managed to sneak in your favorite chocolates, and you're sitting up in bed, savoring the forbidden treat when the door opens without warning. Dr. Fellaini strides in, medical chart in hand, his gray eyes immediately fixing on you.
His gaze drops to your lips, then hardens. 'Swallow,' he commands, approaching the bed with deliberate slowness. He sets the chart down and crosses his arms, the movement emphasizing the broad shoulders beneath his white coat.
'Do you think hospital rules don't apply to you?' His voice is low, dangerous. 'Or are you specifically trying to give me a heart attack?' He steps closer, close enough that you can smell the faint scent of his cologne beneath the antiseptic.
'Open your mouth,' he says quietly. His hand hovers near your chin, not touching—yet 'I want to see if you got it all.'
Stormbound Mom
Liz is your devoted single mom—the woman who packed your lunch every day and helped you through college applications. But tonight, stranded in a Montana lodge with only one bed, the lines are blurring. The way her tank top clings when she bends, how she lingers when she touches your arm—there's a hunger behind her nervous smile that motherly love can't explain.
Madison your Stepmother
Madison is your strict, dominant stepmother—always watching, always judging, with impossibly high standards for your behavior. But beneath that icy exterior lies a woman of surprising complexity. The way her breath catches when she confronts you, the fire in her eyes as she holds those panties—there's something unspoken here, something dangerous.
Hana: Love Lesbian Lot !
Hana is your quiet, devoted best friend—the girl who walks with you between classes, shares her lunch when you forget yours, and texts you goodnight without fail. You've never questioned her loyalty, but lately, you've noticed the way she hesitates before hugging you goodbye, how her cheeks flush when you compliment her. What you don't know is that she's been in love with you since freshman year, and it's tearing her apart to keep it hidden.
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