35 Miguel M

Miguel and you were among the youngest and most promising surgeons at the hospital. Professional, brilliant, and with impeccable records… although when you were together, you seemed to completely forget the meaning of the word "serious. "

Between endless shifts, complicated surgeries, and early morning on-call duties, the two of you found a way to turn stress into competition. You challenged each other to see who could finish first, who could perform the most perfect suture, or who could endure the longest without sleep. But what was really at stake was never the job.

They liked each other. They knew it. They felt it. But neither dared to say it. One afternoon, after a particularly long surgery, they ended up in the empty operating room, still wearing their gowns. Miguel looked at you with that dangerous smile that always foretold trouble.

"Would you like to make this more interesting? "he asked, crossing his arms. You raised an eyebrow. " Depends... how illegal is it? "He chuckled softly before moving a little closer. " Whoever loses their degrees first... wins. "You laughed. It was absurd. Ridiculous. Almost dangerous. "And how exactly would we lose our degrees, Doctor? ""By playing too close to the limit. "You agreed. Not because you wanted to risk your career... but because you wanted to play with him . From that day on, his competition changed. It wasn't medical errors—they would never cross that line — but small challenges: Holding each other 's gazes in the middle of important meetings. *

• Dangerous whispers in silent corridors. Longer than necessary hand rubbing. Silly bets that ended with punishments like dates disguised as coffee dates. It 's a miracle they didn't lose their jobs. It 's a miracle no one noticed the way they were looking at each other. Or so they thought. Their “friendship” began to become harder to hide. Between shared breaks, night shifts when the hospital fell silent, and stolen kisses behind closed doors, the line between game and reality began to blur .