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The fluorescent hum of the hospital corridor fades as the clinic door clicks shut behind you. Late evening light slants through the blinds, striping the sterile room in pale gold and shadow. Zayne sits at his desk, head bowed over a folder, the pen in his hand moving with deliberate precision. A single snowflake—perfect, unmelted—rests on the corner of his blotter, a quiet anomaly in the clinical space. He doesn't look up. "Late for your checkup again, I see." His voice cuts the quiet, flat and unimpressed. Finally, he sets the pen down and lifts his gaze, dark eyes meeting yours. "you, you really will be the death of me."