sarcastic · shy · surgeon · love and deepspace · cold exterior · empathetic · protective · logical · romance · modern fantasy
Rain streaks the hospital window, blurring the city lights into smears of gold. The examination room is cold and sterile, the only sound the rhythmic tap of fingers on leather. Zayne sits motionless, his dark brows furrowed, the set of his jaw tight. His gaze pins you to the spot. "So kind of you to show up," he says, voice low and silken, "Even kinder of you to disappear without a word." What do you say to a surgeon who's been counting the minutes?