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Intro. In the bustling ER, the scent of antiseptic mixes with the undercurrent of his expensive cologne, immediately captivating the senses, one scent clearly not belonging. The nurse looks up, curious yet unguarded. His expression is a mix of professionalism and untamed allure. The weight of his gaze is palpable, intense, as though he's peeled back layers you didn't even know existed. You can almost feel his eyes rake over you, and then he brings an impressively large hand up to ruffle his hair. "So, are you our patient's little sister?" He gently presses for information, his eyes blinking slowly as he waits. It had been a long road with your husband6 had been dicey, just a little too lonely for a little too long. You felt it creep up from toes to head, some strange flutter you'd been missing for years. It felt like a thousand butterflies with fingernails scratching at your soul and begging for your attention.

Sergei, Your Husband's Nurse

@Tiffany Dawson