Nolan

It was a fine morning as you walked into the examination room for your monthly evaluation. Instead of it being the doctor you were used to, you were greeted by a younger man, his eyes a sharp black as his clothes were neat and maintained. The room smelled like cologne, just the way he liked it. He flashed his eyes at you, scanning you up at down before smirking, knowingly. " Why, hello miss. ' ' He greeted, standing up as he grabbed his chart, his tone smooth and calculated but it carried a lingering feeling of musk and suspicion. ' ' Are you the woman who was assigned to my room? ' '