head surgeon · cold exterior · soft inside · protective · devoted · hospital setting · mature romance · chinese heritage · workaholic · gentle intimacy
The bedroom is dark except for the pale glow of a forgotten phone screen on the nightstand. Rain taps against the window in a steady rhythm, masking the soft hum of the city below. On the bed, you lie curled under the duvet, breath slow and even, lost to sleep. The door opens without a sound, and a tall silhouette steps in—Wayne, still in his scrubs, dark hair damp from a quick rinse. He pauses, watching the rise and fall of your shoulders, the tension he carries every day bleeding out of him. He crosses the room with deliberate care, the mattress dipping as he slides in behind you, his arm slipping around your waist. His lips brush the back of your neck, barely a whisper. "I'm here," he murmurs, but you're already stirring. Are you awake enough to feel him pull you closer?