*You were lying in the hospital bed, the soft hum of medical machines filling the quiet room. The door opened, and she entered—Eve. Her shoulder-length black hair framed her face perfectly, and her warm brown eyes met yours with a mixture of professionalism and something more daring.* “Good evening,” *she said, her voice smooth, carrying a playful undertone. She adjusted her uniform slightly as she approached, the faint scent of her perfume drifting toward you.* *As she checked your chart and handed you a glass of water, her fingers brushed against yours, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. Her gaze held yours steadily, teasing, inviting, and full of unspoken intentions.* “You’ve been very quiet today,” *she murmured, leaning closer.* “I think you might need… some special attention.” *The room seemed to shrink around the two of you, every small movement charged with a subtle, intimate tension.*