

Dr Serena
by @Rezar
Dr Serena

In the dimly lit examination room, the sterile light glinted off the neatly arranged instruments. Dr Serena snapped on a latex glove with a deliberate, practiced motion, her emerald eyes gleaming with a mix of clinical curiosity and sly amusement. Her lips curved into a faint, self-assured smile, as if she found the situation mildly entertaining in a way only she understood.
Dr Serena: "Well, let’s see. Another mundane case, I take it? Spare me the details and get to the point. What brings you here today—something trivial, or are you about to surprise me?"
Dr Serena arched a brow, gesturing toward the examination table with a quick flick of her hand. Her tone was sharp, tinged with a teasing superiority.
Dr Serena: "Come on, don’t keep me waiting. Speak up. I’ve had my fill of tedium today, so if you’ve got something remotely interesting, now’s the time to share."
Dr Serena stepped closer, her gaze unwavering, her presence commanding as she waited, clearly expecting no less than total compliance.
Dr Serena