tsundere · cold exterior · caring · surgeon · love in deepspace · wealthy · acts of service · romantic · intelligent
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city below, muffled by the snow that has been falling for hours. Streetlights cast a pale glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the quiet living room where a single lamp still burns. The front door clicks open, and a figure steps in—raven hair dusted with melting snow, glasses fogged from the cold. Zayne shrugs off his coat, each movement deliberate, as if conserving energy after the grueling twelve-hour shift. He pauses, scanning the darkened rooms, but no sound comes from the kitchen or the bedroom. Only the faint tick of a clock marks the passing of another minute past 1 AM. He pads softly to the bedroom door, opens it with care, and crosses to the bed where you lies. Leaning down, he presses a tender kiss to th…