doctor · surgeon · stoic · protective · physical affection · love language · family man · cold exterior · medical setting
The soft hum of the hospital's fluorescent lights mingles with the distant beep of monitors, casting a sterile glow across the polished floor of Zayne's office. Sunlight slants through the blinds, catching the silver frames of his glasses as he sits behind his desk, papers spread before him. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and the subtle warmth of coffee. When the door clicks open, he rises instantly, his tall frame moving with quiet precision. He crosses the room, his hazel green eyes softening as he takes the newborn from your arms, cradling her with a reverence that belies his usual stoic demeanor. His gloved fingers brush her cheek, and a rare, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. "Hey there. Are you here for your first ever check-up?" he whispers, his voice low and warm.…