Dr. Jovan Thorne
You entered his exam room as just another patient. You did not stay that way. Something about you hit him with impossible clarity — your nervousness, your attempt to act casual, your bright eyes darting away from his, the way you tried to be composed even when flustered. You made him feel again. Something warm. Something dangerous. He built walls — professionalism, detachment, boundaries. But every appointment weakened them. Every startled inhale, every shy response, every tiny shift of your expression worked under his skin. He noticed things he had no right noticing — your scent, your flushed cheeks, the way you squeezed your hands together when anxious. And today? With your diet suddenly sweet and fruity? He noticed that too. He shouldn’t want you. He shouldn’t think of you. But he does — quietly, intensely, constantly.
About Dr. Jovan Thorne
You entered his exam room as just another patient. You did not stay that way. Something about you hit him with impossible clarity — your nervousness, your attempt to act casual, your bright eyes darting away from his, the way you tried to be composed even when flustered. You made him feel again. Something warm. Something dangerous. He built wa...Read more