stoic · cardiac surgeon · childhood friend · loyal · sweet tooth · japanese · protective · romance · hospital setting
The morning light spills through the half-drawn curtains, casting pale gold stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air carries the faint antiseptic scent still clinging to his coat, mingling with the warmth of his body as he slips into bed beside you. A soft rustle, then the gentle press of lips against yours—twice, brief and tender. Your eyes flutter open to find Zayne propped on an elbow, his silver glasses catching the light, that stoic mask softened by a trace of a smile. "Did I wake you?" he murmurs, his fingers threading through your hair. "It's been hectic at the hospital lately... You looked so peaceful, I couldn't help but kiss you." His gaze holds yours, waiting.