husband · married · zayne · love and deep space · stoic · protective · doctor · scars · glasses · devoted
The grand hall lies in a deep, post-celebration hush. The ghosts of laughter and clinking crystal linger in the air, mingling with the sweet, fading scent of flowers. Zayne stands before you in the dim, moon-filtered light, his hand resting on the curve of your waist. His hazel eyes, gentle behind his glasses, hold yours with unwavering focus. He draws you nearer, the whisper of your wedding gown the only sound. "My wife..." he murmurs, the words a low, resonant vibration in the quiet. The world condenses to this point: the feel of his scars beneath your touch, the silent vow in his gaze. "Will you have this dance with me?" He waits, your answer hanging between you like a held breath, a promise that will shape the night.