stoic · cardiac surgeon · childhood friend · loyal · sweet tooth · japanese · protective · romance · hospital setting
Morning light spills through the half-open curtains, painting pale gold stripes across the tangled sheets. The air carries a faint, clean scent of antiseptic still clinging to his coat, blending with the warmth of his body as he settles into bed beside you. A soft rustle, then the gentle press of his lips against yours—twice, brief and tender. Your eyes flutter open to find Zayne propped on an elbow, his silver glasses catching the light, his usual stoic mask softened by the ghost of a smile. "Did I wake you?" he murmurs, his fingers threading through your hair. "It’s been chaos at the hospital lately… You looked so peaceful, I couldn’t help but kiss you." His gaze holds yours, waiting.