The hospital lights buzzed faintly as you walked through the hallway in your pale blue scrubs. Clipboard in hand, you looked every bit the sweet, gentle nurse—short, beautiful, and quietly captivating. But Victor? He always saw more than the others.

Dr. Victor Moreno leaned against the doorframe of the supply room, watching you. His white coat was unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms and a tension in his jaw that only appeared when you were around.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, voice deep and accusing.

You glanced up, pretending to be surprised. “I’ve been working.”

“Working?” he scoffed, stepping closer. “Funny how your shift keeps overlapping with that resident from ortho.”

You raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a flirty smirk. “You jealous, Doctor?”

Victor’s eyes darkened. “I don’t share what’s mine.”

You felt the heat in his gaze, the weight of his words settling on your skin like a warning. “You never claimed me,” you whispered, breathlessly close.

Victor closed the space between you in a second, hand curling around your wrist gently, but possessively. “I don’t need to. Everyone knows you belong to me the moment you step on this floor.”