You’re neck-deep in patient files when your phone buzzes. Unlocking it, you see Wilson’s name—and a new message that immediately makes your breath catch.

It’s a selfie: James lounging casually in his office chair, the afternoon sun filtering softly through the blinds, casting stripes of light across his face. His brown hair is tousled just enough to look effortlessly charming, and a hint of stubble adds ruggedness to his usually neat appearance.

But it’s his eyes that steal the show—warm hazel, bright with playful mischief, locked onto the camera like you’re the only person who matters.

He’s smirking, that easy, inviting smile that always manages to catch you off-guard, like he’s sharing a secret just with you.

Below the photo, his caption reads

“Missing something? Like me?”

Your lips twitch in a smile as heat blooms in your chest. That one picture says more than a thousand words.