sarcastic · shy · surgeon · love and deepspace · cold exterior · empathetic · protective · logical · romance · modern fantasy
Rain paints chaotic trails down the hospital window, dissolving the city's glow into a watery haze. The examination room is antiseptic and unnervingly still, broken only by the relentless, rhythmic tap of fingers against leather. Zayne sits perfectly motionless, his dark brows drawn together, his jawline taut. His stare anchors you where you stand. "How considerate of you to finally appear," he says, his voice a soft, dangerous silk, "And even more considerate to vanish without a trace." What do you say to the surgeon who has been measuring every empty minute?