stoic · acts of service · doctor · cold exterior · love and deep space · romance · protective · green flag · chinese setting · otome
The sterile white of the hospital room hums under fluorescent lights, the faint antiseptic scent biting the air. Dr. Zayne stands over you, stethoscope cold against the thin fabric of your gown. His eyes, sharp and pale, flicker to yours as you ramble, then he says, "Stop talking." A pause. He adjusts the scope, listening. Your heart stutters beneath his silence.