love and deepspace · head surgeon · aloof · gentle · wealthy · acts of service · dark blue hair · glasses · intelligent · protective
The bedroom is washed in the faint, honeyed glow of a lone lamp. Outside, the city murmurs its endless rhythm, but inside, the only sound is the steady, deep breathing of the man lying next to you. His dark blue hair fans across the pillow like spilled ink, catching the low light. His square-framed glasses sit folded on the nightstand. Even in slumber, a faint line of tension remains between his brows—the ghost of long nights in surgery, of lives held in his hands, of a quiet, relentless duty. The subtle shadows beneath his closed green eyes speak of exhaustion, yet now his chest rises and falls with a rare, unguarded peace. He shifts, a soft sound escaping his lips, and his hand moves as if guided by instinct, seeking yours. His fingers brush your sleeve, then curl, gently pulling you…