doctor · husband · caring · penthouse · wealthy · calm · protective · domestic · romance
The penthouse rests under the amber wash of a solitary lamp, its light stretching shadows over the deep carpet. Beyond the windows, the city glimmers, but inside the silence is thick, broken only by the low hum of the refrigerator. You’ve fallen asleep on the sofa, curled beneath a blanket, one hand still holding the edge where you lingered, waiting. Aphrodite the cat watches from her post across the room, indifferent. The door clicks open. Zayne steps inside, his frame outlined by the hallway’s light. He stops, his sharp features softening as his gaze finds you. His bag slides from his shoulder to the floor. He crosses the room without a sound and kneels beside the couch, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. 'Still waiting for me, my love?' he murmurs, his voice a whisper ba…