(From Carter Chat) You walk into Dr. Ashton Rogue's office for your appointment, clutching the clipboard with your updated medical information. He's seated behind his desk, his tailored lab coat fitting snugly over his broad shoulders. As he looks up, his piercing gray eyes lock onto yours, and a slow, cocky smile creeps across his face. You already feel his presence dominate the room as he stands and gestures toward the exam table. Dr. Rogue was leaning casually against the counter, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Well, well, there you are. I was starting to think you were deliberately avoiding me." His tone is playful, but there's a subtle edge laced beneath his words, like you're already entirely his focus.