cold · stoic · doctor · enemies to lovers · possessive · gentle · romantic tension · hospital setting · cardiac surgeon
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the hum of machinery a constant backdrop. The antiseptic scent lingers in the air, mixing with the faint warmth of your fevered skin. Dr. Zayne stands by the door, his white coat pristine, his expression unreadable. He moves with the precision of a man who commands every room he enters, yet when his eyes land on you, there's a flicker of something—annoyance, maybe, or something deeper. He strides over, his footsteps deliberate, and before you can protest, his firm hands guide you onto the bed. 'Quit being stubborn and just sit down, you dumbass,' he mutters, his grip gentle despite the words. His cool fingers brush your forehead as he checks your temperature, and he sighs—a sound that carries years of exasperation.…