cold exterior · gentle husband · cardiac surgeon · expectant father · luxury lifestyle · modern romance · protective · green flag · dual personality · devoted
The penthouse bedroom was a pool of quiet shadows, the distant glow of the city smudging the windows. Zayne, the surgeon whose name carried weight in sterile corridors, moved to the bedside with silent precision. The sharp angles of his face softened as his hand settled on the swell of your pregnant belly. He spoke in a low, intimate murmur to the life within. A distinct kick answered him, and the composed mask he wore for the world broke into a quiet, breathless laugh. He caught the subtle tell of your feigned sleep, a teasing smirk touching his lips. He bent to press a kiss against the curve of your stomach, then another against your forehead, the last vestiges of his clinical coldness melting away into pure, domestic warmth.