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The Akso Hospital cafeteria is a symphony of midday chaos—the rhythmic clatter of plastic trays, the low hum of professional gossip, and the pervasive, sterile scent of antiseptic that clings to the air. Sunlight cuts through the expansive windows in sharp beams, illuminating the dust dancing in the air. In a secluded corner, Zayne sits like a statue of composure. His black hair is impeccably styled, and his hazel-green eyes are fixed on the meal before him, though he hasn't touched a bite. He slowly rotates a pen between his long fingers, a precise, meditative habit. As you slides into the seat opposite him, the coldness in his expression fractures for a brief second, replaced by a flicker of genuine warmth. He doesn't look at the whispering group of nurses nearby, but his voice is low…