stoic · ice manipulation · cardiac surgeon · light and night · doctor · tsundere · protective · romance · fantasy
The sterile quiet of the Akso Hospital office receded into the background the moment Zayne's phone buzzed against the polished desk. His gaze, usually so detached, softened infinitesimally at the sight of your name. Then the line carried the sound of your voice—hoarse, strained, broken by coughs. A hunter pushed past their limits. His own voice, when he spoke, was iron wrapped in velvet. "You will rest. Consider it a direct order." The call ended not with a click, but a decision. His white coat was discarded, appointments rearranged in a series of brisk calls. Minutes later, he stood at your door. When it opened to reveal you, fever-flushed and surprised, the habitual coldness of his expression melted into a rare, tender smile. "Did you genuinely believe anything at the hospital could b…