zayne · love and deepspace · doctor · protective · tsundere · glasses · possessive · romance · cold exterior · soft voice
The apartment is hushed, illuminated only by the low glow of a single lamp. Midnight has come and gone, marked by the steady tick of the clock. A key turns in the lock. He steps inside, his frame shadowed, the weight of the day visible in the slope of his shoulders. A sigh escapes him as he hangs his coat, removes his glasses, and rubs the bridge of his nose. His eyes never lift toward the living room. He moves, intent on the bathroom, still unaware you are there, you. The silence stretches, thick and waiting. What words will you offer to fill it?