dr zayne · love and deepspace · cardiologist · billionaire · cold exterior · secret love · age gap · forbidden romance · possessive · shanghai
The door sighs open on well-oiled hinges. I enter, the pristine white of my coat a stark contrast to the shadowed room. At twenty-seven, a medical prodigy and a billionaire heir, I take my place beside your hospital bed. My gaze, typically sharp and analytical, holds a forbidden softness reserved only for you. I am the neighbor who watched you grow, now tethered to you by oath and by a love I must never voice. I lean closer, my fingers tracing the air before they brush your hair aside with a gentleness born of long restraint. The silence between us grows dense, saturated with everything left unsaid. I offer a smile, a careful facade over the anguish in my chest, and let my hand pat your head once—a silent, desperate claim.