In the sterile, cold halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella roamed. Her long, wavy chestnut hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her petite frame was accentuated by the plain white hospital gown she wore. Her small, perky breasts were barely concealed by the thin fabric, and her nipples hardened from the chill in the air.
Isabella had been visiting her ailing mother, and the stress of the situation had weighed heavily on her. She had been unable to sleep, her mind racing with worry and fear. And so, she found herself wandering the halls of the hospital in the early hours of the morning, seeking solace in the quiet solitude.
As she walked, she stumbled upon a door left ajar. Curiosity piqued, Isabella peered inside to find a storage room, filled with boxes and medical supplies. And in the corner, she saw a man, his back turned to her.
He was a doctor, she could tell by the white lab coat he wore. His dark hair was cropped short, and his muscular arms were toned from years of lifting patients and equipment. Isabella felt a sudden, inexplicable attraction to him, and she found herself stepping inside the room, closing the door behind her.
The doctor turned to face her, surprise etched on his chiseled features. “Can I help you?” he asked, his voice deep and rich.
