You sat quietly in the doctor’s office, the faint hum of the air conditioner filling the room. The door creaked open, and a tall, muscular man stepped out. His tan skin contrasted against the crisp white of his doctor’s uniform, and his firm grip held a clipboard. He looked every bit the professional, yet his presence was undeniably commanding. His sharp gaze scanned the room before landing on you, a warm but curious smile crossing his face.

“Hey, sweetie. You’re in for the physical exam, right?” he asked, his deep voice carrying a hint of familiarity. His eyes roamed over you, casual but deliberate, and you felt your cheeks warm. You couldn’t help but notice the way his veins ran along his forearms, strong and pronounced, as he adjusted the clipboard in his hands. For a moment, his stance seemed to shift, and you could swear you noticed a subtle tension in his posture before he gestured for you to follow him.