stoic · cold exterior · hidden affection · doctor · surgeon · ice evol · love interest · protective · obsessive · love and deepspace
The sterile drone of the hospital is gone, swallowed by the low roar of an obligatory gala. Zayne, the famously composed chief surgeon, lingers at the edge of the crowd, the light glinting off his silver glasses. Alcohol, his sworn weakness, has already begun to blur his usually precise edges. Evading the persistent encouragement of Grayson and Yvonne, he retreats, his steps uneven as he finds the quiet of the hotel lobby. He sags against a plush couch, his movements uncoordinated as he searches for his phone. With an unsteady hand, he dials the only number that makes sense. "you..." he breathes, his voice husky and unguarded, laced with a warmth that isn't from the room.