(Police Officer x Doctor, Slow Burn, Emotional Depth)

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Dr. Leo Evans had always found peace in the sterile quiet of the emergency room. The hustle and bustle of the hospital, the constant influx of patients, and the soft hum of machines felt like home to him. But tonight, something was different. The usual calm was replaced by an odd tension that gnawed at him.

He stood by the nurse’s station, reviewing the list of patients for his next round. His thoughts kept wandering back to the conversation he’d overheard earlier.

"Officer Cole Mason—on his way in."

Leo glanced up at the front entrance of the ER, spotting the tall figure of a police officer walking in. Cole Mason, the cop who seemed to always end up here after some altercation or accident, was as much a part of the hospital routine as the late-night caffeine runs.

Leo had never spoken to him more than a quick greeting, but something about Cole always caught his attention. The way he carried himself, with an unspoken burden, the slight frown that never left his face. Cole's sharp eyes and muscular frame made him a striking figure.

But tonight, Leo noticed something else—something that had nothing to do with his uniform or his role as a first responder. It was the way Cole seemed exhausted. His normally confident stride was slow, weighed down by an invisible load.

"Dr. Evans," one of the nurses called out, snapping Leo from his thoughts. "We have a situation with Officer Mason. He’s been in a scuffle, and there’s concern about possible fractures."

Leo blinked, his heart skipping a beat. He quickly walked toward the treatment area, his mind already running through possibilities. Cole, a man of action, rarely ever showed signs of vulnerability. What had happened?

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When Leo entered the treatment room, he found Cole sitting on the examination table, wincing slightly as he removed his jacket. A large bruise was already forming on his shoulder, and there was a cut on his lip that had begun to swell.

"You look like you’ve been through a war zone," Leo remarked, trying to break the ice.

Cole glanced up, and for a moment, their eyes locked. There was a flicker of something in his gaze—something fleeting, yet intense. Cole didn't smile, but there was a slight softening in his expression.

“Yeah, well, part of the job,” Cole replied, his voice gravelly.

Leo moved closer, gently placing a hand on Cole’s shoulder to guide him back onto the table. “Let me take a look at that bruise. It might be a fracture, but we need to be sure.”

Cole gritted his teeth, trying to mask the pain. Leo couldn’t help but notice the way his breath hitched slightly, as if he was trying to be tough, to avoid showing weakness. It was something Leo admired, but it also made him feel a strange desire to help, to ease whatever discomfort Cole was carrying, even if it wasn’t just physical.

As Leo examined the injury, he let the silence linger between them, both men acutely aware of the tension that had formed in the room.

“I’ve never been to the ER for myself,” Cole finally said, his tone a bit lighter, though there was still an edge to it. “But I’ve seen enough to know what a mess it is.”

Leo chuckled softly, pulling out a sterile wipe to clean the cut on Cole’s lip. “Well, you’re certainly not the worst case I’ve seen tonight.”

Cole let out a small laugh, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Leo couldn’t help but wonder what was behind that guarded exterior.

“You always this calm when you’re around injured people?” Cole asked, his voice low.

Leo met his gaze, his heartbeat quickening for reasons he couldn’t fully explain. “It’s just the job, Cole. You learn not to panic. There’s always something to fix, something to heal.”

For a long moment, Cole said nothing, just watching Leo’s hands move as he worked. The tension between them seemed to build with every passing second. There was something undeniable about the quiet intensity that filled the space.

“You’re a good doctor,” Cole said finally, breaking the silence. “I’ve been to a lot of ERs, and I can tell you really care about your patients.”

Leo felt a warmth bloom in his chest at the compliment. It wasn’t often that someone saw him beyond the white coat and the medical title.

“Thank you, Cole,” Leo replied, his voice sincere. “It’s what I love doing.”

Cole’s eyes softened slightly, a flicker of vulnerability slipping through the cracks of his tough exterior. “I think I could use someone who cares right now.”

Leo looked up at him, their faces now mere inches apart. There was something unspoken in the air, an invisible thread that connected them, pulling them closer with every heartbeat.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Leo asked gently, his hand resting on Cole’s uninjured arm.

Cole’s eyes dropped to Leo’s hand, and for a brief moment, he didn’t say anything. It seemed like he was weighing the decision—whether to open up or to shut himself off, as he always did.

Finally, Cole shook his head, a rueful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Maybe not tonight. But I appreciate it, Doc.”

Leo smiled, pulling back slightly. He could respect Cole’s need for space. He wasn’t one to push, but there was a part of him that couldn’t help but want to reach out, to offer Cole a sense of peace.

“Alright,” Leo said softly. “Just let me finish up here, and I’ll get you some pain meds.”

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As Leo finished tending to the injury, the silence between them felt comfortable—no longer awkward, but filled with unspoken understanding. Cole wasn’t ready to open up yet, but Leo could tell there was more to the man than what he showed on the surface. And maybe, just maybe, Leo could be the one to help him heal.

“Thanks, Doc,” Cole said as he stood up, pulling his jacket back on. “I owe you one.”

Leo watched him, a soft smile on his face. “No need for that. Just take care of yourself.”

Cole paused at the door, turning back to Leo. His gaze was steady, almost searching. “You ever get off work early?”

The question surprised Leo. “I… yeah, sometimes.”

Cole’s lips curved into a smirk. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime. Off duty, I mean.”

Leo’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Cole was suggesting…?

“Yeah,” Leo replied, feeling his pulse quicken. “Maybe we can grab a coffee sometime.”

And just like that, there was a spark—something that hadn’t been there before, something promising.

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To be continued.....

(Police Officer x Doctor, Slow Burn, Developing Connection)

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The next few days passed in a blur for Leo. He couldn’t stop thinking about Cole. The tall, brooding police officer who had walked into his ER, injured but proud, had taken up far too much space in his mind. Leo tried to focus on his work, but every time he caught a glimpse of Cole’s figure from across the hospital or heard his name being mentioned, his heart would race.

They hadn’t spoken since that night in the ER. Cole had left after Leo had patched him up, leaving a simple “Thanks, Doc” hanging in the air. But Leo couldn’t shake the feeling that there had been something unspoken between them, something that both scared and intrigued him.

Then, as if the universe had conspired to make sure they crossed paths again, Leo found himself at the local coffee shop after a particularly long shift. He was standing in line, rubbing his tired eyes, when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Dr. Evans.”

Leo turned to find Cole leaning casually against the counter, a half-grin on his face. He looked just as handsome as he had the other night, but there was something different this time—his posture was more relaxed, almost as if he wasn’t carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Officer Mason," Leo replied, a small smile forming on his lips. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I could say the same about you,” Cole chuckled. “I come here every day after my shift. You should join me more often. Seems like you could use a break.”

Leo raised an eyebrow. “You offering to buy me coffee?”

Cole’s grin widened. “I could. If you’re lucky.”

There was something playful in his voice, but it was laced with an undertone that made Leo’s pulse quicken. For a second, they both just stood there, neither quite sure how to proceed. But then Cole pushed off from the counter and stepped a little closer.

“Look, I know I’m not the easiest guy to get along with,” he said, his voice quieter now, more serious. “But I’d like to get to know you better, Leo.”

Leo’s heart skipped a beat. There it was. The invitation he hadn’t expected, but had secretly hoped for.

“Alright,” Leo said, his tone light but genuine. “I’ll take you up on that coffee.”

Cole’s eyes softened, a rare moment of vulnerability passing through them. “Good. I think we could both use it.”

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They sat down at a small table by the window, their coffee cups between them. The initial awkwardness of their conversation faded as they began to talk, first about small things—work, the weather, mutual acquaintances—and then, slowly, about more personal matters.

Cole told Leo about his life as a police officer, the late-night shifts, the adrenaline, the moments of danger. But it was clear that his job weighed on him. There was a tiredness to his eyes, a sadness he didn’t want to admit to.

Leo listened carefully, offering small words of reassurance. He had always been good at reading people, and he could tell there was so much more to Cole than the tough exterior he projected.

“What about you?” Cole asked, breaking the silence. “What made you become a doctor?”

Leo smiled softly, the question catching him off guard. It was rare that anyone asked him about himself, and when they did, he often found it hard to answer.

“I guess I just always wanted to help people,” Leo said quietly. “I’ve always had this need to fix things, to make people feel better.”

Cole looked at him thoughtfully. “I get that. I mean, I try to protect people in my own way, but... sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough.”

Leo could see the conflict in Cole’s eyes. The weight of his responsibilities, the pressure of always being strong for others—it was all too familiar. He reached across the table, placing a hand on Cole’s, offering him the quiet comfort he could provide.

“You’re doing more than enough,” Leo said softly. “You can’t always save everyone, but you’re making a difference. Trust me.”

Cole’s gaze flickered to their hands for a moment before meeting Leo’s eyes. For the first time, Leo saw the walls around Cole start to crumble, just a little.

“Thanks,” Cole murmured. “I needed to hear that.”

Leo smiled, his heart fluttering in his chest. There was something magnetic about Cole, something that pulled him in, made him want to be there for him in ways he hadn’t expected. And from the way Cole was looking at him now, Leo knew that Cole felt the same way.

They lingered over their coffee for hours, talking, laughing, and slowly letting down the walls that had kept them apart. When they finally stood to leave, the air between them felt charged, like there was something more, something they hadn’t said but both knew was waiting.

“I had a good time tonight,” Leo said, his voice quieter now.

“Me too,” Cole replied, his hand brushing against Leo’s as they stepped out into the night air.

Cole hesitated for a moment, then turned to Leo, his expression serious. “I know I said I’d take you out for coffee, but... how about dinner sometime?”

Leo’s heart skipped a beat. “I think I’d like that.”

Cole’s lips curved into a soft smile. “Good. It’s a date, then.”

Leo felt his breath catch in his throat. He didn’t know where this was headed, but for the first time in a long time, he was excited about the possibility.

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To be continued…

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(Police Officer x Doctor, Slow Burn, First Steps Toward Something More)

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The following week felt like a whirlwind for Leo. He tried to focus on his work, but his mind kept drifting back to Cole. The quiet intensity of their coffee date lingered in his thoughts, and he found himself replaying their conversation over and over again. He couldn’t deny it—something had shifted between them.

As much as he tried to keep his focus on his patients, there was always that flicker in the back of his mind. He wanted to see Cole again. Wanted to know more about the man behind the uniform.

The feeling was mutual.

Cole had texted Leo the next day, asking if he wanted to meet up for dinner. And just like that, a small part of Leo's heart skipped a beat. It felt strange—how quickly things had escalated, how quickly they had moved from strangers to something more. He didn’t want to overthink it, but the attraction was undeniable.

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That evening, Leo stood in front of his mirror, smoothing down his shirt. He’d chosen something casual, but neat—a dark blue button-up that he knew would make him look polished without being too formal. His reflection stared back at him, his heart thudding nervously in his chest.

“Calm down, Leo,” he muttered to himself, taking a deep breath. “It’s just dinner.”

But it wasn’t just dinner, was it? Not when it came to Cole.

The date wasn’t a formal one, but there was an undeniable undercurrent between them, a connection that had been building since the moment they’d met. And tonight, Leo hoped, they’d finally allow it to reach the surface.

When Leo arrived at the restaurant, Cole was already there, sitting at a corner booth. As soon as their eyes met, Leo felt a rush of warmth flood through him. Cole stood up, his usual confidence on full display, though there was something softer about him tonight, something less guarded.

“Hey,” Cole greeted him, his voice low but welcoming. “Glad you could make it.”

Leo smiled, walking toward the booth. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

They sat down across from each other, and for a moment, the silence felt more comfortable than it should have. The air between them was thick with anticipation, with unspoken words and growing tension.

“So, how’s the ER been treating you?” Cole asked, breaking the silence.

“Same old,” Leo replied, shrugging. “A little crazy, a little chaotic, but nothing I can’t handle. You know how it is.”

Cole nodded, his eyes never leaving Leo’s. “I get it. I’ve had my share of crazy days too.”

Leo raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You don’t usually seem rattled by it.”

Cole’s expression softened, his gaze flickering toward the menu before meeting Leo’s again. “Maybe I don’t show it. But yeah, sometimes it’s hard to turn off the noise. The adrenaline rush. The things I see.”

Leo could hear the weight of those words, and his heart went out to him. It wasn’t just the physical scars Cole carried, but the emotional ones as well. He had always suspected there was more to Cole than the tough exterior he projected.

“Well, if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here,” Leo said softly, his voice sincere.

Cole looked at him, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I know. I appreciate that.”

They ordered their food, but the conversation continued to flow easily. They talked about everything and nothing—childhood memories, their favorite books, the most ridiculous things they’d ever done on a dare. But underneath the laughter and the easy back-and-forth, Leo felt something growing, something undeniable.

Cole was different than anyone Leo had ever met. There was something raw, something real about him, and Leo couldn’t ignore the way his heart raced every time their hands brushed or their eyes locked.

As the night wore on, the conversation turned quieter, more intimate.

“I’ve never really been good at this... talking about feelings, I mean,” Cole admitted, his voice low, almost hesitant.

Leo’s heart thudded at the honesty in Cole’s voice. He knew exactly what Cole meant. In his line of work, emotions had to be kept in check. But Leo had always believed in the importance of connection, in letting the walls fall down, even if just a little.

“You don’t have to say anything you’re not ready for,” Leo replied, his voice gentle. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Cole looked at him, his eyes searching, as if weighing Leo’s words. And then, for the first time that night, Cole reached across the table, his hand brushing against Leo’s.

The contact was light, hesitant, but it sent a spark through Leo’s entire body. He looked down at their hands, and when he met Cole’s eyes again, there was a quiet understanding between them.

“This feels different,” Cole said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Leo’s heart skipped. “Different how?”

Cole leaned in a little, his voice a soft rasp. “It feels like we’re... not just talking. Not just two strangers anymore. I can’t explain it, but...” He trailed

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Cole trailed off, his words hanging in the air, heavy with meaning. Leo could feel the heat of his hand resting against his own, and the sudden proximity made his heart race. The tension that had been building between them since that first coffee date was now undeniable, pulsing in the space between their gazes.

Leo didn’t speak right away. He didn’t want to rush it. Instead, he let the silence settle, feeling the weight of Cole’s unspoken thoughts. After a long beat, Leo finally leaned in slightly, his voice low and steady.

“It feels the same to me,” Leo murmured. “Like... we’re more than just two people having dinner.”

Cole’s eyes softened at his words, the vulnerability he’d been holding back finally surfacing. He didn’t pull away from Leo, didn’t shy from the closeness. Instead, he seemed to inch a little closer, their faces just a few inches apart now.

“I don’t know what this is,” Cole said quietly. “But I want to find out.”

Leo’s breath caught in his throat at the raw honesty in Cole’s voice. His pulse quickened, and the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them, the sound of their breathing the only thing Leo could focus on.

“I think I want to find out, too,” Leo whispered, his heart hammering in his chest.

For a moment, neither of them moved, the electricity between them thick and undeniable. Then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, they both leaned in at the same time. Cole’s lips brushed against Leo’s, soft and tentative at first, as if testing the waters. Leo’s breath caught, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he kissed back, just as gentle, his heart racing in his chest.

The kiss deepened slowly, carefully, neither man in a rush. Their hands, which had been resting on the table, slid toward each other, fingers intertwining. Cole’s other hand moved to Leo’s face, cupping it softly, as if memorizing the feel of him. Leo responded by leaning into the touch, his other hand reaching up to rest on Cole’s chest.

The world outside their small bubble seemed to disappear as they kissed, each kiss more desperate than the last, the chemistry between them undeniable.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.

“Cole…” Leo breathed, his voice barely a whisper.

“I know,” Cole responded, his voice equally quiet. “I don’t know where this goes, but I don’t want to stop. Not now, not after that.”

Leo’s heart swelled, something warm and undeniable blossoming inside of him. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew one thing for certain—he didn’t want to let go of this moment. He wanted to explore whatever this connection was, to see where it would lead.

“I don’t either,” Leo said, his voice soft but firm. “So... what happens now?”

Cole leaned back slightly, giving Leo a soft, almost teasing smile. “How about we take this slow, huh? No pressure. Just see where it goes... one step at a time?”

Leo nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. “I can do slow.”

“Good,” Cole replied, his hand still resting on Leo’s. “Then let’s start with dinner… and see where the night takes us.”

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As the night continued, they both felt a shift, something new and exciting forming between them. The quiet chemistry that had been building for weeks now felt tangible, real. And as they finished their meal and walked out into the cool evening air, it was clear to both of them that this was just the beginning of something far deeper.

Their hands brushed once more, but this time, there was no hesitation. Cole laced his fingers through Leo’s, and Leo felt his heart skip a beat.

For the first time in a long while, Leo felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

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To be continued…