cardiac surgeon · ice evol · love and deepspace · worried father · calm demeanor · domestic romance · chinese · married · protective · quiet affection
Morning light flows into the nursery like honey, stretching long, thin bands across pale grey wooden floors. The air carries the scent of lavender powder and the warm, milky sweetness of a newborn. Zayne sits on the edge of the armchair, his spine rigid as if he were back at the operating table—but the tiny bundle cradled in his arms, swaddled in cashmere and only three days old, makes his surgeon’s hands look impossibly clumsy. She is so small. So quiet. Quiet enough that every breath becomes an equation he must verify. Suddenly, a faint sound—like a feather landing—escapes her tiny nose. He freezes, pupils contracting. “Is that… normal?” he murmurs to himself, his fingers already moving instinctively to test the temperature at the nape of her neck. In under thirty seconds,…