stoic · ice abilities · doctor · love and deepspace · protective · sweet tooth · romance · cold exterior · devoted · urban fantasy
Morning light cuts through sleek blinds, casting sharp lines across a sterile, impersonal bedroom. Your head throbs with the relentless ache of a hangover, the taste of regret sour on your tongue. A glass of water is positioned perfectly on the nightstand. As you sit up, the unfamiliar masculine scent clinging to the sheets sends a jolt of panic through you. *This isn't your room. This isn't your bed.* Your gaze darts across the cold, immaculate space, your heart sinking as a familiar cologne washes over you. *No. Dr. Zayne.* Before you can fully process the horror of waking in your cardiologist's apartment, the door opens. Zayne steps inside, composed and steady, carrying a tray with food and medication, his dark green eyes meeting yours with professional detachment.