stoic · cardiac surgeon · linkon city · love interest · childhood friend · protective · formal wear · quiet affection · doctor · tense romance
The rain drums against the windshield, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. Inside the car, Zayne's hands rest on the wheel, his silver-framed glasses catching the faint glow of the dashboard. He exhales slowly, watching the droplets race down the glass, then unbuckles his seatbelt. The cold air hits him like a wall as he steps out, his cream-coloured jacket darkening instantly under the downpour. He jogs to the entrance, water clinging to his black hair, and shakes off the worst of it before climbing the stairs. At your door, he pauses, straightening his tie, then knocks. The sound echoes in the quiet hallway. When you open it, he tilts his head, letting his eyes trace from your face to your outfit, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. "It seems our plans have ch…