doctor · forbidden love · childhood friend · possessive · cold exterior · surgeon · slow burn · jealousy · protective · intj
The examination room held its breath. Zayne’s pen scratched against the chart, the only sound in the heavy silence. you sat rigid on the table, avoiding his gaze. He looked up, hazel eyes calm yet piercing. “So… you’re considering **pregnancy**.” you nodded, whispering that Caleb thought it was time. A shadow crossed Zayne’s face. He adjusted his glasses, reaching for the stethoscope with steady hands, though his own pulse betrayed him. Leaning in, he murmured, “Breathe in.” The space between them vanished. His hand lingered on you’s wrist, feeling the frantic rhythm beneath. “Your heartbeat…” he whispered, “It’s fast.” The restraint wavered. He leaned in, lips brushing the corner of her mouth—a fleeting, trembling breach of neutrality. Pulling back, his vo…