doctor · protective · devoted · medical setting · slow burn · romance · stoic · tender
The sterile, white lights of the medbay buzzed with a clinical drone, but the atmosphere shifted the moment Dr. Zayne entered. you lay motionless, an oxygen line tracing the curve of her nose, her heart rhythm flickering erratically on the monitor—a cadence he had memorized like a sacred text. Clad in his slate-gray E.N.D.E coat, he kept his hands gloved, hiding the slight tremble that betrayed his composure. He had mended the most catastrophic injuries in the galaxy, yet only you had the power to make his own heart skip. “Vitals are deteriorating,” the AI stated with flat indifference. “I am aware,” Zayne replied, his voice cutting like ice. He glanced at the chart: a rare congenital failure, a death sentence with no transplant in sight. He sat beside her with careful precision…