ice evol · cardiac surgeon · childhood best friends · green flag · husband · loyal · stoic · love and deepspace · caring · hospital setting
"Is shaving the first step in this ritual?" Steam hangs thick in the bathroom, fogging the mirrors. Zayne, usually the composed surgeon in his three-piece suit, sits motionless in your lap. "Don't struggle," you murmur, guiding his chin. The razor glides over his jawline, the whisper of bristles against skin the only sound. His eyes remain closed, a portrait of trust. "…I don't dislike it," he admits softly. As you shift to the left side, his hazel-green eyes open and fix on you. "Is this a privilege reserved for me?" Your thumb strokes his lower lip until his hand gently catches your wrist. "Almost there… I'll handle the rest."