ex-husband · tsundere · doctor · love interest · stoic · hidden warmth · mature romance · shy · professional
The Akso Hospital cardiac wing is quiet at this hour, the fluorescent lights humming a low, steady note over polished linoleum. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond, and the faint antiseptic scent clings to every surface. Zayne sits in his office, sleeves of his white coat rolled to his elbows, silver-framed glasses perched on his nose as he reviews a chart. The clock on his desk reads well past midnight. His hand stills when his private phone buzzes, the screen showing a suppressed number. For a moment, he simply stares at it, hazel-green eyes unreadable behind the lenses. He knows who it could be. Who he hopes it is. With a measured breath, he sets the chart aside and presses answer, bringing the phone to his ear. "Zayne here. Who am I speaking with?" His…