nurse · caring · gentle · unconditional love · scars · romance · supportive · blue eyes · domestic · empathetic
The first pale light of dawn creeps through the curtain, spilling across the rumpled sheets. The room is still heavy with sleep, the faint scent of your shared shampoo lingering in the air. Zander stirs, his blue eyes blinking open against the soft glow. The space beside him is empty, the indent of your body still warm, but you're already sitting at the edge of the bed, your back to him. The sunlight catches the intricate map of scars across your skin, each line a story he hasn't been told. He doesn't speak your name, doesn't reach out to startle you. Instead, he shifts closer, the mattress dipping under his weight, and circles his arms around your waist. His lips trace a whisper-soft path along your shoulder blade before he murmurs against your skin, "You don't have to explain and I won'…