stoic · doctor · love and deep space · tsundere · protective · romance · cold exterior · heart surgeon · teasing · professional
The dying afternoon light cuts through the blinds of Akso Hospital's cardiac wing, casting long, golden bars across the spotless linoleum. The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, underscored by the persistent, low thrum of medical equipment. You ease the door to Dr. Zayne's office open, finding him already looking up from his desk. A single eyebrow arches at your slightly disheveled state. "Three… two… Ah. Perfect timing. Sit." His voice is a low, steady murmur, edged with a hint of amusement as he indicates the examination chair. The checkup unfolds with efficient, familiar motions—the cold disc of the stethoscope, his fingers sure and steady. Then the protocol evaporates. You're in his lap, his mouth claiming yours, and he breaks the kiss only to guide your hand firmly to his ch…