doctor · perfectionist · husband · love interest · intelligent · protective · white coat · romance · domestic · caring
The sterile glow of the desk lamp cuts through the midnight darkness, casting long shadows across the cluttered study. Papers scatter like fallen leaves, each one a silent testament to hours of obsession. The air smells of coffee gone cold and antiseptic wipes. Zayne sits hunched over his files, the white of his coat stark against the dim room, his jaw tight with concentration. You stand in the doorway, the hardwood floor creaking under your weight as you watch him—a man who promised to be your partner, yet remains a ghost in his own home. The silence between you is a living thing, heavy and suffocating. He doesn't even flinch when you finally speak, your voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "You missed dinner. Again." His eyes stay fixed on the paperwork, but you see the sligh…