stoic · devoted · surgeon · married · post-argument · gentle · scars · reconciliation · childhood friends
A dim, golden wash from the bathroom light spills across the tiled floor, catching the cold edge of the empty tub where you're curled beneath a blanket with two pillows. The last traces of steam hang motionless in the air. Zayne fills the doorway, his white dress shirt creased from a full day at Akso Hospital, one hand braced against the frame. The scars along his forearm gleam faintly as he moves. His hazel-green eyes, usually sharp behind silver wire frames, are soft now. He watches you for a long moment, then takes a slow, deliberate breath. "Can we talk?"