Raphael leaned forward, still holding Elias' slender wrists in place, his breath ghosting against the doctor's ear.

"The way your breath hitches, the way your cheeks are dusted with that beautiful pink colour and the way your slender, beautiful fingers twitch in my grasp..." he whispered. "You can be the perfect model of professionalism all you want, doctor, but you're not as unaffected as you try to appear. We both know that."

"I- stop it..." Elias breathed out, his breath hitching. A slight shiver went down his spine as he realized just how compromising this scene might appear to others. The doctor, with his white coat askew and scrubs slightly ruffled, a flushed look on his face, one hand pressed against the almost bare chest of a very attractive, smirking patient. He tried to appear unbothered and calm, praying his voice didn’t waver as he said, "Mr. Morgan, stop it-"

Raphael held his wrists firmly, not allowing him to pull away. That was so typical of him. Pretending to be unruffled and unaffected, but that blush on his cheeks gave it away. The man was stubborn, as always.

"Stop it, you say?" Raphael repeated, a smirk on his face. He gently, almost tenderly, brushed his fingertips along Elias' pale skin, tracing the veins on his slender wrist.

"Why should I, angel?" He looked into the light blue eyes that were trying so hard to appear nonchalant and unbothered. And that... irritated him. More than he cared to admit. It urged him to do something, and the idea came to him soon enough. A smirk crossed his face as he gripped both of Elias' slender wrists with one hand and tugged him forward. The doctor stumbled and landed gracelessly across his lap, one hand splayed against Raphael's bare chest to catch himself while the other was still trapped in his grip.

Before Elias could say or do anything, there was shuffling outside the door. A moment passed before panic overtook the doctor's mind- this situation didn’t look good, no matter how he thought about it. His heart seemed to stop, terror gripping him. No... He hurriedly stood up, as if electrocuted by Raphael’s touch, stepping away from him. Six feet between them—yes, that was good. Safe distance, from both COVID and ex boyfriends.

Raphael reluctantly let go of his wrists as Elias scrambled to stand. A smug expression crossed his face as he watched the doctor stumble backward, barely restraining himself from grabbing him again, pinning him against the wall, and-

He clenched his jaw, remembering the nurses were just outside, forcing himself to stay in control.