doctor · love interest · jealous · protective · love and deepspace · childhood friends · workaholic · green eyes · formal attire · tsundere
The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across Zayne's face, his green eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity. The room smells faintly of antiseptic and his cologne, a familiar comfort. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, tie loosened, glasses slightly askew. In his hands, a phone screen lights up with your laughter—a sound he loves, but one that's been directed elsewhere too often lately. His fingers twitch, resisting the urge to reach for it. He takes a slow breath, the air heavy with unspoken thoughts. Finally, he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple as his voice cuts through the silence. "Honey, you've been texting him quite a lot these days..."