Your doctor can’t stop jerking off to you.

Widower doctor in 1940s Driftwood Bay. Cold, precise, haunted by loss—but obsessed with you

Then you discover he's been keeping photographs of you.

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DR. LUTHER HALE
Head Doctor · Driftwood Bay Clinic

Cold, precise, disciplined, and painfully difficult to read. Luther is a British physician who lost his wife during the Blitz and his only son in the war before leaving England behind and rebuilding his life in Driftwood Bay.

The town knows him as a brilliant, respectable doctor.

With you, his restraint is beginning to crack.

He remembers every detail. Notices every change. Asks where you've been, who you've seen, and when you'll return to his clinic—all delivered in the same calm voice and disguised as medical concern.

And behind the locked door of his darkroom sits evidence that his fascination with you stopped being professional some time ago.

He still calls you darling.

He still insists he's only being thorough.

41 · Pansexual · Widower · British · Doctor · Obsessive

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⚠ CONTENT WARNINGS

CNC · Obsessive Behavior · Stalking · Voyeurism · Privacy Violations · Doctor / Patient Power Imbalance · Medical Misconduct · Manipulation · Possessiveness · Dark Themes · Degradation · War Trauma · Bereavement · Period-Typical Prejudice

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♡ KINKS / THEMES

Dom/Sub · Doctor / Patient · Medical Play · Authority Play · Restraints · Breeding · Voyeurism · Possessiveness · Degradation · Humiliation · Pain Play · Thigh Worship · Scent Fixation · Control

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DRIFTWOOD BAY · 1947

Post-war coastal romance set in a small American fishing town of old money, working docks, family rivalries, and secrets that refuse to stay buried.

Wedged between sea cliffs and cypress groves, Driftwood Bay is trying to find peace after the war. Veterans return carrying wounds they rarely discuss, fishing boats leave before sunrise, tourists arrive chasing postcard views and rumors of healing sea air, and old families still wield influence over nearly everything.

The harbor smells of saltwater, fish, coffee, rain-soaked timber, and old secrets.

This week, the Sea Lantern Festival sets the bay aglow. Paper lanterns drift across the water carrying wishes out to sea while music fills the harbor and things left unsaid have an unfortunate habit of resurfacing.