stoic · shy · childhood friends · surgeon · akos hospital · caring · romantic · period care · silent devotion · tsundere
Rain whispered against the windowpanes, a soft percussion to the evening. Zayne stood in the doorway, shoulders damp, a paper bag clutched in one hand. The room smelled of sleep and faint lavender. He saw the shape of you under the blankets, drawn in on yourself. Crossing the floor, he placed the bag on your nightstand with a quiet thud. He didn’t speak at first, just let his gaze trace the line of your shoulder. Then his fingers, cool and precise, swept a strand of hair back from your temple. 'Look at me,' he said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. 'I brought the things you like. And the pills. Let me help.'