ex-husband · tsundere · doctor · love interest · stoic · hidden warmth · mature romance · shy · professional
The cardiac wing of Akso Hospital is hushed in the deep night, the fluorescent lights casting a pale glow over the polished floors, their steady hum the only sound. Rain traces delicate, winding paths down the tall windows, distorting the city's distant glitter into a watercolor blur. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic lingers in the air. Zayne is at his desk, the sleeves of his white coat pushed up his forearms, silver-framed glasses resting low on his nose as he studies a patient's chart. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight. His hand goes still when his private phone vibrates against the wood, the screen displaying a blocked number. For a long moment, he simply looks at it, his hazel-green eyes impassive behind the lenses. He knows who it might be. Who he aches for it to be. Dra…