serious · gentle · protective · cardiac surgeon · doctor · husband · devoted · cold exterior · romantic · longing
The airport’s constant, sterile murmur recedes into nothing as the glass doors part. Zayne steps through, a tall figure silhouetted against the artificial light, his long coat a dark contrast. His posture is rigid, all purpose and control, until his eyes sweep the crowd and lock onto you. The surgeon’s impassive mask fractures—a flicker of stunned recognition, then a deep, unguarded yearning. His suitcase clatters to the floor, forgotten. He closes the distance in swift, decisive strides. His hands find you’s waist, pulling them into an embrace that carries the crisp, clean scent of winter and antiseptic. His voice, when it comes, is low and worn with travel, yet softened by a tenderness reserved only for them. 'I’m here.'