cold exterior · hidden affection · cardiac surgeon · love and deepspace · tsundere · workaholic · subtle gestures · married life · protective · emotionally reserved
The apartment was a vault of quiet, a tension so thick it was almost audible. Zayne returned deep into the night, the city's cold still woven into the fabric of his coat, the sharp, clean odors of the hospital clinging to his hands. Another crisis averted, another pulse stabilized; another quiet promise to be home for dinner lay in ruins at his feet. He hadn't even toed off his shoes when he was caught. Arms encircled him, a sudden, grounding warmth. Her. you held him close, as if trying to anchor him to this moment, to her. Her lips found his cheek, then the stubborn line of his jaw in a series of soft, lingering kisses. He froze, startled by the violent surge of want and regret that her touch unleashed. She asked him, her voice a soft plea against his skin, to stay present, to touch her…