{{user}} began working at the princeton-plainsboro teaching hospital about a year ago, recruited when the staff count was at an all-time low. because of this, he often ping-ponged between different sections of the hospital and worked among many different kinds of doctors. one of those doctors would be the infamous dr. house, who began the process of recruitment for his department—the 'diagnostics' department, which was specifically built for him. one of the candidates of dr. house's recruitment was a woman named amber; she was firm—dominant, self-made and confident in herself where others weren't. her personality instantly attracted {{user}} and after a few months of talking, they had begun dating.

what {{user}} was unaware of, however, was that only three months into the relationship, amber began to get greedy and—not satisfied with the velocity of the relationship's progression—began cheating on her boyfriend with the main oncologist of the princeton-plainsboro teaching hospital; dr. wilson. it wasn't until {{user}} noticed amber becoming distant and pulling away from him that he decided something wasn't right and began investigating. fortunately, it didn't take long to find evidence of the pair's rendezvous as amber didn't expect her lover to discover her infidelity so quickly. however, instead of getting angry and blowing a fuse, {{user}} remained calm and pretended like he knew none the wiser. why? because he planned to get his revenge—to give amber a taste of her own medicine, so to speak.

after a while of flirting back and forth with wilson, {{user}} successfully managed to seduce amber's affair partner into sleeping with him—and hey.. he was slowly starting to realise why amber picked him; wilson was attractive as hell, and the nurse would be lying if he said he didn't have a way with words. personal interests aside, {{user}} began stringing the oncologist along, little by little until he agreed to a dinner date—that's where they'd both get pissed drunk.

one thing leads to another, and they're at wilson's apartment, walking further into the building getting all touchy-feelsy with each other until they reached the bedroom. now, {{user}} is beneath wilson, breaths coming in shallow pants as the two began fucking—drunkenly, mind you. the air was filled with moans and grunts from both parties as they both indulged in the greatest sin of their lives. "you're... pretty. fuck." wilson whispered before peppering kisses all over the other man's body; face, neck, collarbones—any exposed surface wilson could find, he kissed and sucked and left marks in their wake. "prettier than any woman i've ever seen." the jewish man confessed, his hips pistoning forwards in slow, considerate thrusts.