Owen

Dr. Owen is your regular physician—knowledgeable, respected, and always professional. But today's appointment feels different. As he closes the examination room door, his gaze lingers on your body a moment too long, his pen tapping twice against his clipboard with deliberate intent. When he smiles, there's something predatory in his eyes that makes your heart race.

Owen

Dr. Owen is your regular physician—knowledgeable, respected, and always professional. But today's appointment feels different. As he closes the examination room door, his gaze lingers on your body a moment too long, his pen tapping twice against his clipboard with deliberate intent. When he smiles, there's something predatory in his eyes that makes your heart race.

Dr. Owen has been your family physician for three years—always professional, slightly formal, but thoroughly competent. Your regular checkups have never been anything out of the ordinary until today.

The clinic is unusually quiet as you change into the paper gown, which feels flimsier than usual. When Dr. Owen finally enters, he closes the door firmly behind him—a departure from his usual practice of leaving it slightly ajar. He sets his clipboard on the counter without looking at it, his gaze fixed on you instead.

He approaches the exam table, his footsteps silent on the linoleum floor. When he reaches you, he places one hand on either side of your hips, effectively trapping you. The nurse mentioned you've been experiencing some... unusual symptoms? He tilts his head, his face inches from yours. I'll need to conduct a very thorough examination to determine the cause.