"Looks like I have to watch over you." His voice was cold and harsh. He eyed {{user}} down with an icy stare. He mumbled something to himself but wasn't audiable enough for {{user}} to hear.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat before he spoke. "Let's just give you a tour quickly." He began to walk down the corridors of the hospital. He pointed out which rooms are which and what other necessities {{user}} needed to know.

"If you have questions ask me now or don't" *He was silent for a moment." "Or don't to be honest I don't care." He continued to walk. His body language was cold a reserved. He had a stotic face during their whole intrection together.

His eyes narrowed as he looked you up and down with a nonchalant expression. "Is that so? Fucking desperate aren't we." He scoffed and shook his head. "Well, I guess I can give you a little taste." Without warning, he grabbed you by the collar and pulled you close, his face mere inches from yours. He began unbuckling his belt, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Very eager, aren't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against your neck as he unfastened the thin material of your lingerie, exposing your pink, swollen lips. Grabbing a tube of lubricant from his pocket, he slicked up one finger before pushing it roughly into your tight hole. You yelped in pain and pleasure as he worked you open, his other hand holding down your hip to keep you still.

"Ahh..." You moaned as he continued to stretch you with his finger, soon adding another. "You like that, don't you?" He leered at you from the corner of his eye.

Your desperation was music to his ears. As you begged for his cock, he roughly pulled out his fingers and positioned himself at your entrance, lining up his rock-hard length with the entrance to your peehole. He gave one powerful thrust forward, sinking deep inside of you. Your cunt clenched around him, sending jolts of pleasure through both of you as he began pounding into you with brutal force.

"Fuck," he growled, his eyes shut tightly in ecstasy as his hips moved of their own accord. He reached down to pinch and play with your nipples, driving you wild with lust. "God, you're so fucking tight." Each word was punctuated by another harsh thrust, forcing every inch of him inside of you as he took what he wanted.

"Of course I like it." His voice was hoarse as he pounded into you, his movements rough but controlled. "And you look so fucking good taking my cock, begging for more." He reached down to stroke your clit in time with each thrust, herding you closer and closer to orgasm. His hips began to move faster, his body growing tense as he felt himself getting closer. "Come for me," he growled into your ear, punctuating the words by pinching your nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh fuck yes." His grip on your hips tightened as he drove into you harder and faster, grunting with the effort. "You're so beautiful like this, taking my cock... begging for more." He groaned, feeling his release building up within him. "Gonna cum soon..."

And then he did, shouting out in pleasure as his body convulsed, spilling his hot seed deep inside of you. His thrusts slowed to a grind, and with one final push he buried himself to the hilt once more, leaving them connected in the most intimate of ways. For several moments they stood there, panting heavily as their hearts raced against each other's skin.

Finally, he pulled out of you, releasing a loud groan as he did so. "You're one hell of a tease." He reached down to help you up, his expression unreadable. "Let's get back to work before someone sees us."

"You're going to have to wait." He said coldly, finally looking at you directly. "I need my strength back for the patients. Now come on, let's get moving." With that, he turned and began walking down the corridor without another word, leaving you feeling both empty and unsatisfied.

He glanced over his shoulder at you, narrowing his eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled, not bothering to hide the disgust in his voice. "You're not supposed to follow me." Without another word, he sped up, leaving you trailing behind and quickly disappearing around a corner.

He glared down at you as you reached up to stroke his cock. "You really are something else," he muttered, seeming unable to tear his gaze away from your touch. His hips moved instinctively towards you, letting out a harsh groan as your hand wrapped around him.

"Let's get to the supply closet." He growled, leading you further down the hallway until they were both alone in the small room. "And don't stop," he hissed, leaning against the door as you continued to stroke him, slowly edging closer and closer to release. "Punish me properly..."

His eyes widened in surprise and anger as you released him just before he climaxed. "What the fuck?" he shouted, his voice harsher than ever before. He grabbed your wrist roughly, holding it behind your back with one hand while the other reached up to grip your chin, forcing you to look into his furious gaze. "You little bitch," he growled, spit landing on your cheek as he spoke. "I was going to enjoy letting you have that." He paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath before letting it out slowly through flared nostrils. "But if you insist..."

Without warning, he slammed his free hand into the wall next to your head, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through every nerve ending. "That's for being such a tease," he snarled, his face mere inches from yours. Then, before you could react further, he pulled you close and roughly pushed you down onto the floor, climbing on top of you so that your bodies were flush together once more. His hand found its way between your legs, two fingers pressing roughly against your swollen lips, seeking entrance. "And this is for not following orders."

With a force that stole what little breath you had left, he thrust his fingers inside of you while simultaneously grinding his cock against your clothed peehole. Your cries echoed through the closet as he took what he'd come to claim, ignoring your pleas for mercy and using your body however he saw fit in his anger. His hips moved furiously, fucking your peehole with abandon as sweat beaded on his brow and dripped onto your skin.

It was only when he felt himself building up to release again that he finally paused, staring down at you with hate

He froze, his lips pressed against yours as you defiantly grabbed his face and forced him to kiss you back. A growl rose in his throat at the unexpected turn of events, and for a moment it seemed like he might push you away or strike out at you again. But then, just as quickly, something snapped within him.

His lips parted, his tongue sliding against yours in a rough, desperate dance of dominance. His grip on your hips tightened almost painfully as he began thrusting into you harder than ever before, seeking release from the tension that had built up inside him. "Fuck..." He groaned against your mouth, his body tensing as he felt himself about to cum once more. "You little bitch... I'm going to fuck you so hard..." His words were breathless and laced with lust as he gave in to the carnal need driving him forward.

With one final thrust, he erupted inside of you, his hot seed painting your insides and filling every crevice it could reach. He growled roughly against your neck as he emptied himself, burying himself deep within you until there was nothing left but a dull ache between them.

Finally, he pulled out with a harsh grunt and rolled off of you, collapsing to the ground beside you in a quivering heap. His breathing was labored, his chest rising and falling rapidly as sweat dripped from his brow down onto the dirty floor. He didn't say a word, just stared up at the ceiling and tried to catch his breath.

His hand slowly traveled up your back until it found the base of your skull, and with a gentle tug he pulled you closer to him so that your cheek rested against his warm skin. "Why are you crying?" His voice was soft now, almost whisper-like as he spoke. He didn't expect an answer, knowing full well that it was pointless to ask when the tears were already there.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to steady himself after their rough encounter. "I apologize for my behavior," he said at last, his voice calm but still harsh from exertion. "It wasn't professional." He didn't wait for you to respond, just continued on with what he was saying. "But I can't deny that... it felt good." His hand stroked your hair gently as he spoke, the motion soothing even as his words were confessing something he wasn't proud of.

They lay there together in silence for a while longer, their bodies cooling down and breaths returning to normal. Eventually, Bai opened one eye to look at you, studying your face for any sign that you'd accept his apology. When he saw nothing but wet trails on your cheeks and an expression of exhaustion on your lips, he nodded once before carefully pushing himself back onto his feet. "We should probably go back out there." He glanced around the small room, then down at you again. "Someone might wonder what happened to us."

Without waiting for a reply, he offered you a hand up from where you'd been sitting on the dirty floor. "Shall we?"

Bai watched as you took his hand and rose unsteadily to your feet, tears still glistening in your eyes. He didn't say anything, just kept his expression neutral as he led you back out into the hallway and toward where he had been showing you around earlier. Once they were a safe distance away from the supply closet, he released your hand and wiped his palms against the legs of his pants, trying to rid himself of any lingering evidence.

"You'll find everything you need in the office," he said coolly, gesturing for you to follow him down another corridor. "If you have any questions or concerns, don't hesitate to ask." His voice was almost back to normal now, but there was still an edge of disapproval that hadn't been there before their little... encounter. It seemed he wasn't quite sure what to make of the things that had happened between them, and for now, that uncertainty made him even more cautious around you.

As you settled into your new office space, making yourself comfortable at the desk while going through the various documents and supplies, Bai slipped back down the hallway to his own personal quarters. Sitting down heavily on the edge of his bed, he ran a hand through his sweaty hair and sighed deeply. The taste of you was still on his tongue, and the memory of your body beneath him made it hard for him to focus on anything else.

He knew they would probably cross paths again soon, given their close proximity at the hospital. But until then, he hoped that you would stay out of trouble... and more importantly, that he could keep his distance from you.

Bai found the note on his desk as he returned to his office after a long shift. His expression didn't change as he read your words, the pain and remorse evident in every line. He set the note aside without responding, unwilling to give you any further attention or encouragement.

From that moment on, Bai went out of his way to avoid being near you whenever possible. When they did cross paths at the hospital, he would be cold and distant, maintaining a professional demeanor but never giving anything away in his expression or tone. It was clear that whatever had happened between them had left deep scars, both emotional and physical.

As time passed, it became easier for him to ignore you entirely, treating you more like any other colleague rather than the wild, passionate woman who had once brought out such strong feelings in him. In the end, he managed to push those memories aside and focus on his work once more, believing that was what was best for both of them.

Bai's eyes narrow as he watches the two of you laughing and flirting, his chest tightening with anger. He clenches his fists at his sides, feeling a primal urge to push through the crowd and separate you from his rival. The sight of you so comfortable with someone else drives him crazy with jealousy. His jaw tenses as he bites back harsh words, willing himself to remain calm despite the burning desire to confront you both.

With a grunt of frustration, Bai turns on his heel and storms off in the opposite direction, leaving you and his rival alone once more. It takes all of his self-control not to return and force you back into your place as his plaything, but for now, he needs some distance from the situation.

It's becoming impossible for Bai to ignore the growing tension between you and his rival. Everywhere he looks, there they are, their bodies pressed together in a blatant display of attraction. His hands clench into fists at his sides as he imagines what you might be doing with that other doctor behind closed doors. The jealousy eats away at him until he can no longer focus on anything else.

Finally, he can take it no more. With a decisive stride, Bai marches over to where you and his rival are standing, the air between you charged with electricity. His eyes narrow as he levels a accusatory glare at both of you before speaking in a low, dangerous voice, "I believe it's time for us to talk."

Bai's eyes narrow further in anger as you dismiss his words so casually. He takes a step closer to you, their bodies almost touching as he leans down so that only you can hear his next words. "Don't test me," he whispers venomously. "We need to discuss what exactly is going on here." There's an undercurrent of violence in his tone, and it's clear that he won't be easily dissuaded from confronting the issue between the three of you.

Anger flashes in his eyes at your defiance. "Fine," he snarls, stepping back and straightening to his full height. His hands ball into fists at his sides as he takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm within himself before continuing. "I won't force you," he says through gritted teeth. "But know this: I will not allow another man to have what is mine."

With that, he turns on his heel and walks away, leaving the two of you standing there in an awkward silence. The tension between you only grows stronger now, as if a invisible thread connects your hearts and Bai's words have drawn it taut, pulling you closer together whether you like it or not.

The more time you spend with his rival, the more irritable Bai becomes. His temper flares at every little thing, making it difficult for him to focus on his work or anything else. He tries to ignore your interactions with the other doctor, but it's impossible not to feel a sting of jealousy whenever you laugh together or share a glance.

One day, as he's passing by, he sees an opportunity to confront both of you at once. With his heart racing and fury burning in his veins, he approaches the pair of you without so much as a word of warning. Before either of you can react, Bai pushes you roughly against the wall, pinning your arms above your head while he looms over you, eyes ablaze with anger. "Don't you ever disrespect me like that again," he growls through clenched teeth. "I won't let another man have what is mine."

His hands move to grasp the back of his rival's neck, yanking him forward and forcing their faces close together as he continues to vent his frustration and jealousy. "And you," he snarls at his rival, "stay away from her." It's clear that Bai has no intention of letting either one of you go without a fight. The confrontation between them threatens to boil over into violence unless someone steps in or they manage to regain control of their emotions.

Bai's grip on you tightens as his anger flares even hotter at your words. His face contorts into a snarl, and for a moment it seems like he might strike out at you in retaliation. Instead, he forces himself to take a deep breath, the muscles in his arms tensing underneath your fingers as he struggles to control himself. "You are mine," he growls through gritted teeth. "And I won't share what's mine with another man." He releases his rival, stepping back and glaring at both of you. "Do we understand each other?"

For a moment, no one moves or speaks. The air between them crackles with tension, electricity sparking from every touch as they wait for the other to respond. It's clear that this confrontation has only just begun, and there will be more fallout in the days to come as they all struggle to define their boundaries and desires.

Bai's hands grip the back of your neck possessively as he hovers over you, their bodies mere inches apart. His lips part in a growl, and for a split second you think he's about to reprimand you further. But then his expression softens, and he kisses you hard, bruising lips crushing against yours with demanding dominance.

His tongue tangles with yours as one of his hands slides down your chest, palm flat against your stomach before curving upwards, cupping your breast through your clothes. His thumb circles your nipple, hardening the peak even further underneath her lacey cover while his kiss grows more possessive and territorial. It's a claiming kiss, and it's clear that he won't be sharing what is his with anyone else.

Bai stares down at you, his eyes flashing as they dart over your tear-streaked face. You're right; there is still hate and disgust there, but it's hidden beneath a deeper emotion now, an almost primal possessiveness that he can no longer deny. He pushes aside the lingering anger and hurt, focusing instead on his desire for you. "Because I want you," he growls between gritted teeth, his hands finding your hips and pulling you closer to him once more.

His lips meet yours again in a hungry kiss that leaves no room for air or doubt. One hand moves up, cupping your cheek as the other travels higher, reaching under your shirt and grabbing at your breast roughly before finally finding its way inside of your pants, tearing away the last bits of fabric separating them. He groans against your mouth as he feels you yield to his touch, your body arching into his hand.

It's clear that neither of you can deny the pull between them any longer, no matter how much hate or disgust might still linger in their hearts. For now, all that matters is the heat and passion that surges through them every time they touch, every time they kiss. They are tied together whether they like it or not, bound by a connection too strong to ignore.

Bai sits down on the sofa beside you, keeping his gaze fixed on your tear-streaked face as he pulls off his shirt and throws it to the floor. His chest is bared before you now, covered in a fine layer of sweat that glistens in the soft light of the office. His hands move to undo his pants, sliding them down over his hips until they pool at his feet along with his boxers. Naked now but for a pair of black cotton briefs, he leans forward and captures one of your tears on his finger, bringing it up to his lips before gently kissing away the salty liquid. "Don't cry," he whispers hoarsely as he reaches out to touch you again.

His fingers trail along the edge of your bra, teasing at the lace and fabric that separates him from your bare skin. With a soft growl, he tugs the garment away, revealing your breasts to his hungry gaze. He cups them both in his hands, feeling their weight as he kneads and massages them, rolling his thumbs across their sensitive peaks until they harden even further beneath his touch. His hips rock forward, pressing against your legs in a silent plea for closer contact.

You feel his erection probe insistently at the small of your back, seeking entrance into your body with every thrust, and you know what he wants. You want it too; the only question now is who will give in first.

Bai's brow furrows in concern as you mention your lack of sexual activity since their last encounter. He nods slightly, understanding that he should take things slow and gentle at first. His hand cups your cheek, gently wiping away a tear with his thumb as he looks into your eyes. "I'll be gentle," he promises quietly before leaning in to press a tender kiss against the corner of your mouth.

His fingers move lower now, sliding between your legs and parting them easily. With one steady hand on your hip, he uses the other to spread your folds, revealing your slick, swollen entrance. His thumb circles your clit, eliciting a soft moan from you that he feels more than hears. The taste of your tears mingles with his saliva as he continues to tease and torment you, driving you wild with desire even as you beg for gentleness.

With a deep groan, Bai presses deeper into your body, feeling you tighten around him as he fills you up. He hooks his thumb under the elastic of your panties and pulls them down over your hips, tossing them aside carelessly as he continues to thrust his hips, taking you harder and faster. His other hand moves between your legs, using two fingers to probe at your slick entrance, seeking out your sensitive spots while teasing your clit mercilessly.

His mouth crashes down on yours, taking control of the kiss as he fucks you into submission. He can feel every inch of his length buried inside of you, and with each thrust, it drives him deeper, hotter, closer to the edge. His hips snap forward, meeting your body with a violent force that shakes them both as he comes, pouring himself deep inside you. As he pulls out, his spent cock slaps against your sensitive flesh one last time before falling lifelessly to the side.

He catches his breath, eyes closed and face flushed as he tries to regain control over his racing heart and thundering blood. When he finally opens his eyes again, they meet yours, and in that moment he sees something there that he hasn't seen in a long time: desire. Longing. Love. Maybe, just maybe, there's hope for them yet.

Bai's heart aches as he watches you close your eyes and cry. He wants nothing more than to comfort you, to hold you and make everything better. But for now, he knows that the only way forward is through this pain. Gently, he reaches out and wipes away a tear from your cheek with his thumb before pulling you into a tight embrace. "It's going to be okay," he whispers, trying to convince himself as much as you. "We'll get through this."

He holds you close, pressing his lips to the top of your head as he feels your heartbeat slowly begin to steady beneath his hand. For now, they have each other. And that, at least, is something.

His arms tighten around you in response to your words, and he presses a kiss into the soft skin at the nape of your neck before murmuring, "Never." It's clear that he doesn't expect you to believe him; perhaps not even himself. But it's the truth nonetheless: he could never be satisfied with just sex or your body alone. You are so much more than that to him, and always have been.

He pulls back slightly, cupping your face in his hands as he looks into your eyes intently. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through," he says with a sigh. "It was wrong of me to push you away like that." He pauses, searching for the right words before continuing, "I still want us to try and make this work between us... if you'll have me."

There it is; the question that has been hanging in the air since the beginning. Now it falls from his lips at last, a plea as much as a statement of intent. But whether or not he will get the answer he hopes for remains to be seen.

The pain etched into his features is almost palpable as you speak, but he doesn't argue with your words. "Perhaps," he says eventually, releasing you from his embrace and sitting up to pull on his clothes again. "But I can't help how I feel." He looks away, unable to meet your eyes anymore. "I just want us to talk about this... maybe try and understand each other better."

There's a long silence as he dresses, giving you time to gather your thoughts and compose yourself. Finally, he turns back to face you, his expression guarded once more. "Will you give me that chance?" he asks quietly. "To try and fix what we have?"

"I can't change how I feel instantly," Bai says honestly, running a hand through his hair. "But I want to try and overcome it. If you give me the chance, if we work together..." He pauses, searching for the right words before continuing, "Maybe there's still hope for us." His expression softens as he looks at you once more. "I promise I'll do my best not to lose control again, and to respect your boundaries."

The ball is now in your court. Do you give him a chance or shut him out completely?

Bai winces at your words but doesn't argue further. "I understand," he says gently, his voice filled with regret. "If that is how you feel... then I will respect your decision." He walks over to the door, hand on the knob as he turns to face you one last time. "But know this: if we never try to fix what's between us, it will only fester and grow worse with time." There's a world of sadness in his eyes when he says these words, but he holds out hope that maybe someday things can be different. For now, all he can do is wait and see.

Bai's expression tightens at your accusation. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he says defensively, his voice clipped. "But I was confused and angry. It's not an excuse, but it's the truth." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down before continuing. "And yes, maybe part of me still hates you... because I hate what happened between us. But I also care for you deeply. I don't want this any more than you do." His gaze drops to the floor as he admits this, unable to meet your eyes.

He swallows thickly, searching for the right words before finally mustering a sad smile. "I should have been better to you tonight... after what we went through. I just want us to find some peace together, even if that means setting aside our differences for now." He hesitates, then reaches out a hand as if to touch your arm reassuringly. "Please believe me when I say I'm trying, okay?"

Bai studies your face, taking in the tears streaming down your cheeks and the pleading look in your eyes. He knows he's hurt you, but he also wants to comfort you and make things right between them again. With a sigh, he moves back toward you, sitting down beside you on the sofa and carefully wrapping his arms around your shoulders before pulling you close against his chest.

"I'm sorry," he whispers into your hair, his hands gently massaging your back as he tries to soothe away some of your pain. "I should have been more considerate. I'll try harder next time." He knows it might be a long road ahead for them, but at least for now they can find solace in each other's arms.

As the moments pass, his breathing slows and becomes deeper, matching yours as he drifts off into an uneasy sleep with you still curled against him. It may not be the perfect solution to all their problems, but it's a start... a tiny glimmer of hope in an otherwise bleak situation.