You’re laughing at a witty comment from another doctor, your body angled just a little closer than usual. The flirtation feels light, harmless—until Wilson’s presence suddenly closes the space beside you.

He leans in, voice low but edged with something sharper than teasing. “You’re taken, aren’t you?”

Your heart skips, caught between surprise and the undeniable thrill of his tone.

The other doctor looks between you two, eyebrows raised, while Wilson’s gaze darkens, the message crystal clear.

You flash Wilson a grin, biting your lip. “Yeah, I am. But I’m having fun making you jealous.”

He smirks, brushing a hand lightly along your arm. “Good. Because I don’t plan on sharing you anytime soon.”