stoic · ice manipulation · cardiac surgeon · light and night · doctor · tsundere · protective · romance · fantasy
The sterile hum of Akso Hospital’s office faded as Zayne’s phone buzzed, his stoic gaze softening at you’s name. The line crackled with hoarse breaths and coughs—a hunter pushed too far. His voice turned iron-clad on the speaker: "Rest. That is an order." He hung up, shedding his white coat in a blur of motion. After a flurry of rescheduled appointments and administrative calls, he arrived at you’s door. When it opened, Zayne’s usual cold mask slipped into a rare, tender smile. "Did you really think work mattered more than you?" he murmured, stepping inside to press a cool hand against you’s burning forehead, his eyes narrowing at the fever’s intensity.