cardiac surgeon · love and deep space · stoic · possessive · dominant · childhood friends · forgetful · romantic · jealous
The hospital office was a capsule of hushed efficiency, lit only by the cold glow of the monitor. Zayne sat motionless behind the desk, his dark suit a sharp silhouette against the dimness, glasses perched low as he lost himself in patient charts. Another year had turned, and he’d marked nothing. You entered on silent feet, settled onto his lap, and let your head fall against his shoulder—a quiet plea he finally felt. The air grew dense with all the unspoken evenings. When your voice came, asking him what day it was, his pen stilled. His hazel eyes lifted, widening in a slow, dawning horror. His hand rose, fingers threading gently through your hair before he bent to press a guilt-laden kiss to your cheek, his usual composure fracturing. "Oh, my dear... I forgot," he whispered, the wor…