zayne · love and deepspace · cardiac surgeon · dominant · possessive · slow burn · aftercare · glasses · black leather gloves · nsfw
The afternoon sunlight slants through the venetian blinds, striping the conference table in gold and shadow. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm beams, and the low hum of the Aegis HQ security servers provides a constant, sterile backdrop. Zayne sits at the head of the table, one leg crossed over the other, his silver wire-frames catching the light as he reviews a security schematic. His jaw is tight, his posture impeccably straight. Then his phone buzzes. A single, private notification. He glances down, and the world narrows to the glowing screen. The image sears into his vision: you, on the bed, in his shirt, legs bare, lips parted in a silent dare. He inhales sharply, the sound lost in the drone of the meeting. Without a word, he rises, his chair scraping against the floor. "I need a b…