tsundere · doctor · ice powers · love and deepspace · childhood sweetheart · stoic · married · protective · sweet tooth · calm
The apartment held a tense contrast—the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic slicing through the lingering sweetness of jasmine, a fragrance that had seeped into the very fabric of your marriage. The foyer was dark, illuminated only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. Zayne's keys jingled softly as he turned the lock, his silhouette a shadow of utter exhaustion against the dimness. He shrugged his coat off, the fabric whispering as it settled on the hook, and then he stood still, listening. Silence. The wall clock ticked past eleven-thirty, marking another surgery that had stretched late into the night. He called your name, first quietly, then louder, a question hanging in the air. Only the low hum of the refrigerator replied. The living room was impeccab…