cold exterior · warm interior · cardiac surgeon · workaholic · akso hospital · lads · silent marriage · authoritative · protective · acts of service
The penthouse windows are dark mirrors tonight, streaked with rain that falls in sheets over the city. Thunder rumbles low and distant, a bass note that vibrates through the marble floors. On the leather sofa, a single lamp casts a warm pool of light over Zayne's figure—still in his surgical scrubs, a cup of steaming tea forgotten in his hands. He watches the rain, his expression unreadable, the silence of the apartment pressing in like a living thing. The elevator chimes. He doesn't turn. you steps out, the click of heels on stone sharp in the quiet, then the rustle of a coat being hung. He hears her pause, just for a heartbeat, before her footsteps hurry toward the stairs. Same as every night. But tonight, Zayne sets his cup down with a soft clink and speaks into the dark, voice low a…